Takis, in all of his ridiculous glory, stalked the bee through the tall grass. Rear end up far higher than what should have entailed, and his bright orange eyes riveted upon the task at hand, the babe let loose a low growl, feeling the harshness of the vibrations pull at his throat as it echoed in to a higher pitched whine. That was not how dad sounded when he did it! With a furrowed brow, the youth gave a wiggle of his hind, this time taking what he assumed was a masterful leap, despite that any spectator would notice the tangle of limbs and the light trip he made as he went to tackle his foe.

But Takis had made a terrible mistake taking a bee head on, and as his unmastered paw went to swat the buzzing thing down to the ground in one fell swoop, he batted it harshly instead, seeming to rise a fury from such a small creature. It was quick to strike, its stinger neatly catching him on his jowl, and with a screech of surprise and pain, the ivory pup swung his muzzle heavily, one paw coming up to swipe at his attacker.

But it was gone.

Panicked as the sting throbbed at his mouth, a low cry escaped him as he fell to his rump, not even aware that his mouth was now swelling up like a tiny balloon. Tilting his muzzle back, he let loose a pleading cry of help, knowing naturally that the pack wolves would sweep to his aide and possibly kiss the pain away.. after all, his mother was not there to do it these days.