Barking Up the Wrong Tree

And thus, the fun begun. The little cur was a mess indeed, but there was no place for pity in the silver northerner's heart. He shot an evil snarl-y laugh, and slowly placed his forepaws one in front of the other, closing up his distance with the wolfdog, and suddenly, he jumped forward with his jaws wide open. The chase begun. He rushed after the hybrid with the momentum of a buffalo. Long strides of his strong limbs propelled him forward after the intruder. He kept a distance, to give the poor child a chance to successfully get out of the dark forest, but he kept adding pressure with aggressive snarls and loud barks.