Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

His paw was caught in the mans gaping jaw, making the rest of his attack fall short and yoinked him back to where his leg was held.
His brows furrowed, almost unable to stand on his other foreleg.

He pulled, and his leg was given back without another quarrel.
So, perhaps paws wouldn't faze one that had enough experience.
It would certainly baffle him.
Pupping ways of fighting didn't do too well here.

He withdrew again, thinking more.
What would Tundra do?
Well, he didn't know. He didn't know enough of what Tundra would do to apply it here.

"Give me a pointer," he asked. He was far more inexperienced and could do with a little help. Something to practice.