Sun Mote Copse I stole this from a hockey card

Bronco beamed for a moment, seeing his mother seethe and recoil, splattered with water and a couple bits of algae that had seeped into his fur from the rocks he'd been laying on. He knew how proud and vain his mother was, and knew that this was the perfect method of getting her back for frightening him like that- but he'd forgotten just how bad of a sport she could be. She turned away from him in a huff, and pretended to ignore him, which simply served as kindling for the boy who wasn't about to let his mother mope. 

"Awwww, c'maaaahn," He taunted, prancing around so that he could face her- even though she continued to keep her gaze more or less centered on herself, and the fur she sought to clean. He dipped down into a playbow. "Did you start somethin' you couldn't finish?" He challenged, his tail tip lolling from side to side above the arch in his back.