[BEAR.]

Lionstorm couldn't take him seriously. An intimidating Fawnpaw merely looked like a brown ball of puff. "Yeah, you're pretty bad at attacking me," his tone was teasing. "I bet those paws of yours would flail helplessly."

The amusement died at Fawnpaw's comment, and he stepped away from him abruptly. "I told you that you weren't," he muttered, glancing away at the mouth of the den with his ears flattened back. There went that. It was like his mood crashed down underneath the weight of the remark.

"I guess," Lionstorm responded quietly. "If you even want me to. I'm not feeling the love from you, Fawnpaw."

@Dipper