Haunted Wood You Never Know

There was always room to get frustration out, even with a failed hunt. He grunts at the shove, instinct calling him to snap at the other's muzzle three times in quick succession, before dropping into a play bow. It wasn't serious, after all, just a wrestling bout to release the vexation that was rabbits. "Let's go, brother. First to pin the other wins." His tongue lolled as he surged forward using his smaller build to snap at the front legs of the other, hoping to drive him backwards.