Hushed Willows He who plays with his food

Buddy jumped at a growl and quickly hopped to his feet, the hare still dangling from his mouth. He dropped it at his feet and stood over it, keeping one paw on top of it. His fur was standing on end. This was his toy, and his food, and he was having his fun, and it wasn't for anyone else.

Why're you growlin' at me? He asked of the massive wolf standing across from him. Now that he actually looked, he grew more insecure. His tail quickly tucked underneath him, and he pulled his hare further back as well.