"They're MEAN! I don't want them biting you too." Wolfhive was a little flustered he'd been beaten up by ants, and once the pile was sufficiently destroyed he sat back to groom his fur.
"Yeah, they didn't stand a chance against your might." Beachpaw the Destroyer... that was definitely A nickname.
The fluttering in the breeze reminded him he wanted to eat a butterfly, and he caught sight of one of his to-be victims.
"You ever catch a butterfly before?" Regardless, Wolfhive was on murder mode and crept after the butterfly. When he was close enough, he booty wiggled his way into a leap and pinned it.
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