Stone Circle Thunder Glow

"Cheeky, little rascal," Birk growled at the boy, when he saw, what he was about to do. A quick turn and snap towards the lifted foot, his teeth clicking together mere inches from the offending limb. In part the boy's plan had worked - because now the older wolf was lying on his belly, instead of the previous lateral position.

Still he refused to budge - gave a mighty yawn and after casting a brief glance towards the boy, as if asking - now, what you are going to do? - he turned his gaze away and pretended to be interested in something in the distance.