Gyrfalcon's Keep Moldovite

Lost in his thoughts, and satisfied with mindlessly chewing on the stick, Baldr yipped and jumped when a chuff  disconnected him from his thoughts, only to land with his paws squared, hackles bristling and his short, tapered tail sticking straight up. The moment he spotted his father, though, it began to wave albeit a bit sheepishly. He tilted his chin away and huffed; a quiet dismissal of any notion he'd been frightened. He'd just been startled- and he didn't want to be taken for a scaredy cat. 

His grin turned into a playful grimace, and the boy dipped down into a playbow before he began to bounce, bunny-hopping over to his father with his needle-fangs bared and little, gurgling growls spilling from his chest.