Moonspear What about now?

Rolayne was bumped on his side, and then on his shoulder. Adverse to such handling, he turned to attack with open jaws, but by the time he got his body turned around, the paws that nudged him were long gone. He huffed in annoyance and thought about turning around to try and sink his tiny teeth into toes again.

But, a few moments later a new smell reached his nostrils, and it was one he simply could not turn away from. He sucked in the scented air and wobbled his body forward until his nose touched the hard surface. He opened his jaws and clamped down before jerking back. He was not accustomed to such stiff things. He was used to soft flesh. Still, he tried again, but the thing was immovable and he couldn't seem to get anything out of it. A tiny little disgruntled growl escaped from his throat as he brought his claws up to scrap at the surface of the hoof. Still, nothing.