Redhawk Caldera Upon which you seek

He careened around the pair of wolves whose conversation he'd interrupted, but the more he ran, the more the burdocks became embedded in his fur, and with each stride they gave him a tweak, spurring him on to run as fast as he could. They called out to him and he emitted a strangled, angry grumble that was much higher in pitch than he intended to sound. 

"MY BUTT!" He shouted, but didn't stop for them to investigate. He yowled. "MY! BUTT! IS! ON! FIRE!" At last, he stopped his zoomies, only to whirl in tight circles chasing after his tail until he spun up a cloud of dust and collapsed to the ground where he writhed and growled as he tried to grab at the prickly burrs and haul them out of his fur with snapping puppy teeth.