Dragoncrest Cliffs i'd like to ask you out on the hottest of dates

Now there was a language Stingray could appreciate!

Restraint wasn’t his forte, so all it took was Gunnar getting to his feet for Ray’s excitement to bubble over. With a challenging growl, the same sort he used when Vixen was getting a little too rowdy or when Swordfish was being a little too boring, Stingray rushed the older wolf. With his siblings, it was easy to go for the nape or the snout because they were the same size, but with adults, his tactics differed. He had learned.

It was Gunnar’s paw that Stingray targeted, diving for the sandy toes with snapping jaws. There wasn’t a whole lot of restraint there, either. Bite inhibition did not come naturally to such a brash pup.