Gyrfalcon's Keep Moldovite

He landed squarely with one forepaw on either side of Rusalka's massive mitt, and with a chorus of puppy-voice growls he mouthed at his father's foot, though he found it hard to find a good place to chomp down. It wasn't like there was a tonne of loose fur or skin hanging about on his feet, so he changed up his technique. 

Flopping to his side, he grabbed at his father's foot with his front feet, aiming to nab some of the feathering at his heel with his mouth, and land a couple of rabbit-kicks to his dad's toes with his hind feet.