sniffing once at the bone, then twice, he bit off a small portion, chewing on it before letting out a contented rumble from his chest. Yes. Just a lite bite. The reward in victory was more egotistical than physical, but it was tempting. He could have it all. Just eat it and get the marrow and-
His own ego had been bad, and he was trying to control it... and the urges to keep asserting himself. Puff himself up to be the top dog and just dominate even when he had no reason too. Puberty, such a wonderful thing.
"You take my food and I'll swat your nose pup." He teased, handing her back her bone. "Until then I've got no bone to pick with you." Because he already had. Hahaha, wasn't he so punny. Frost thought so, grinning.
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