His pupils dilated watching the girl pick up his stick. He lunged for it at the same time that she did, but she was too quick. He didn't want blood on his stick, so he just pulled back, tail wagging anxiously. He licked his lips and growled. It was his stick! Not hers! He put his paws in front of him and bowed down. He didn't want her to break the stick! She didn't know how to carry it properly. He barked with a rabid sort of look in his eyes. He just wanted to show off his stick, not get it taken away. What if she never gave it back? He pawed her thigh, a claw getting caught on her jeans.