Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

this bitch. jadou was appalled! he was the little one here, and frankly, he expected to be provided for! fierceness flares behind the dark baby blues. he ought to bite her, and yet —
he decidedly could do nothing but pout.
i'll get maman, he tuts, little red ears panning out to either side of his head. i'll tell 'er you be starvin' me, an' dat i'm gonna die!
he tries to reach up to grab it with his fat little puppy paws and his tiny little puppy teeth, snapping at her like a wild gar and swinging wildly with uncoordinated jabs to her shoulders and her chest. his growl is similarly comically pathetic as it weaves out from his clenched jaws.
where you even get dat, anywheys? he'd done tired himself out after a good thirty seconds of nonstop thrashing, and now, defeated, he flops back to the ground with a plop, shoulders slumped in disappointment.