Whitefish River But I am unsure

Except! Her butt was not undefended at all. Seemed she had hidden eyes in the back of her head, the sly witch. He took a hard paw across the face, before his teeth could get anywhere near the intended target, and Leshen found himself in the dirt, spun around — facing the den again — with a throbbing sensation numbing the left side of his skull.

The ruddy foundling felt rattled, unable to help how obviously taken aback he looked at first. Yet, as he almost instantly began scrambling back to his feet, it became apparent that this action had only seemed to rally the devil child into a retaliatory rage.

He recovered fearlessly, even after absorbing the adult’s reflexive blow, and flung himself headlong at the unfamiliar wolf once again — mouth ajar. It appeared he had mistook her (very reasonable) reaction as a challenge to his (nonexistent) authority. She needed to be taught a lesson.

don't be afraid to bat this stubborn little git around ;3