Stone Circle Jaws 4: The Revenge

He stood there first. He placed his paws on that ground and made friendly with it in her absence. He decided he enjoyed this plot of dirt, and he'd be damned and hardpressed to let it go for her. For anyone else he would have scooched his furry ass away quietly.

At her charge, he ran straight ahead at her to meet her not half way, but in her face. Violent, immediate snaps left his muzzle along the way, tail gone from lashing in the air to stiff by his legs. He came to a hard halt in her face, where no more than a second before hand he'd been trying to bite it. It was then, however, his nose visibly went to work. He inhaled large, heavy puffs of her scent and leaned nice and close. Then he could almost taste her breath. But then his nose really, REALLY started to get to work while his once violently swishing tail relaxed. Why did she stink like nice roses? Nice.. nice roses. So, he sniffed harder, harder, leaning heavy forward and widening his eyes before squinting them, as if really, heavily examining her scent. 


Then his ears were on fire again.

And he stared, because he knew. SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF, before his bottom lip came to a slight trembling and his ears pulled back nervously. SNIFF.