Sun Mote Copse I'm gonna be a mighty king so enemies - beware!

Wasn't that fun?! Elfie gave Owen a villainous grin, when he had landed on all four feet again after being jerked upwards earlier. It did not seem that the bigger wolf shared either his amusement or sense of humour. And he had no idea, how much it hurt to be bitten on the muzzle, but in the later months, while roughhousing with the rest of the Blackthorn crew, he would find out. 

Without any sense of shame or appropriate timing, he charged again, this time aiming for the tasty looking "knuckle sausages" aka paws. Perhaps, biting them would make more sounds to come out of his playmate.