His head whipped back and forth as an old tattered rabbit skin was clenched between his jaws. The boy would only stop momentarily from his thrashing to regain his balance. Romanov wasn't sure what compelled him to practically tear apart the rabbit hide even more. Was it frustration? Boredom? Perhaps just to see what more he could possibly do to the old thing?
Truthfully there was only so much waving of his head he could do before he had to take a longer break. His piebald body lowering towards the ground but not releasing his toy. Roman's tail beat against the ground beneath him, almost daring anyone around him to try and take it.