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His attacker bit back, needle fangs finding grip on his shoulder, and with a high-pitched yip the young Melonii swung his head toward the other youngster's muzzle to clack his jaws like a frantic barracuda. He aimed wildly, teeth parting and closing until they could hold fast to whatever part of the stranger's crown - his muzzle, if luck was on his side - was unfortunate enough to face his wrath. Any effort to get this idiot off of him.

He manouevered enough to push onto his back in attempt to evade, and followed Rowan's movement to the best of his ability. The wild child pulled himself upright to loom over and make his next attack, one that was met with raised limbs in rebuttal. Hind paws worked to find firm purchase beneath the russet pup's belly, claws raking delicate undersides with the aim of using the advantage of his larger size to shove him off.