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He felt the warm breath of his sister as she scrambled after him. He opened his mouth like a bear about to roar, and in protest made a squawking noise somewhat akin to a fledgling crow demanding to be fed. He didn't like being chased, and didn't like being chewed on. Fortunately for him, his sister began tormenting their mother instead. 

He should have been satisfied that he was no longer the target- but he felt possessive of his mother, even though she fed all four of them regularly. With eyes out of focus, he saw movement that was relatively swift for a pup- the swipe of a paw aimed to strike, and he fumed. He opened his mouth again, toothless and gummy, and began to squawk at his sister once more, issuing a series of harsh caws to discourage her from ever striking out their mother again!