Qeya River i'm a million dollar baby

sparrow had decided that he was head honcho up in this club. he walked with chest puffed and head held high, often tripping over his own feet but brushing it off as if it were on purpose. today he strutted outside the entrance of the den where one of his siblings suddenly gave him the stink-eye. the boy reared like a bull, nostrils flaring as he kicked up dirt behind him in a mess of dust. 

he stared down the challenger with his hillbilly smile, tail thrashing behind him in whips of playful dominance. off in the distance it looked as if he and his littermate were participating in a western duel, and after a few moments of tense glaring, sparrow pulled the imaginary trigger and barreled towards his sibling.