Stavanger Bay And if the world don't break, I'll be shakin' it

Pheiros paused at the warning chuff, sitting up and turning to look at his dad with a curious tilt of his head. He wondered why he needed to be cautious of a toy; it didn't look scary at all, smaller than even himself. He sniffed at the rock, glancing back at his father just in time to catch his warning look. Turning back to his new toy, he fell into a play bow, releasing another playful yip before launching himself forward, sights set on the snapping thing. 

He didn't have a chance to sink his teeth into anything, though, because just as he opened his mouth to reach for his target, it snapped closed around his lip. For a few seconds, he was stunned, and then pain shot through the soft, sensitive skin in the creatures hold. Pheiros cried out and struggled to get free, falling to the ground and pushing at the rock with his back feet. Thankfully, it freed him then, and he bounded back to his dad, eyes wide, and hid between his front legs, angry gaze falling on the rock as it began to scurry away.