Lost Creek Hollow lemon

still young and lanky and not even close to cully grown, pike was certainly filling out. he was thick, not quite rotund but certainly threatening to be, and he crashed through the territory like a possessed bowling ball -- with teeth. he had harnessed his walking capabilities, no longer struggling to walk without wobbling, and he was on the prowl. 

today, he crashed through the territory towards the borders, following @Arbiter's scent the best that he could. and, when he spotted her, he launched himself right at her, though she had plenty of time to hear / see / and return the attack by merely shoving him away -- if she wanted. anyway, pike wiggled. mOM ! he exclaimed, a tooth getting caught on his lip as he paused, making sure he had her FULL attention, i wanna patrol wi' you today. he was quiet for a second, eyes ablaze with tiny, devil-spawn ambition, and finally added quietly in a young slur, pwease?