Redhawk Caldera Words don't make the rain go

Bad choice asking the little ear-assailant for an opinion of her work. Dwin replied with a toothy grin and jumped up to grab the exposed appendage a second time. The only thing that save Bronco from losing it was the fact that he was tall (in puppy's eyes a literal giant) and that her actual height did not match the size of her personality. More time was needed for that to happen. 

She let out an annoyed bark-growl at him and kicked some dirt in frustration. Her intense green gaze was fixed on the target she could not reach and the more she looked, the angrier she got, until it exploded with her pouncing at the man's forepaw. If an ear was out of question, she was going to try to clip off some fingers. After all - what would losing two or three mean, if he had - how much? - 14 - 15 left?