Bearclaw Valley tauntheart

"oh no!" shrieked the rex in a fair approximation of what fear on a theatre set might sound like.
fully in his element, ancelin was completely ignorant of anything but the scene set and the focus of their romping today.
he was wrestling with one or two of the pups, pretending that it was the worse thing in the world to be nipped, running away from them, falling dramatically to twitch in the grass.
you know, dad stuff.