The young Ma’groth bounced excitedly; prancing around the aged and wiser Ezra. Ezra, on the other hand, merely walked on with a deadpan expression. He was none too excited about the idea of spending time with this whelp who, allegedly, was his grandwhelp. Ma’groth did not seem to see this mood radiating from the large ancestor since he was too wrapped up in dancing around Ezra using his boundless energy. After a while, Ezra had had enough. He sat down, staring ahead of him until Ma’groth’s orbit crossed in from of him, then with a swift and heavy paw Ezra pushed the whelp into the grass. “Little one. Must you?” Ma’groth giggled as he squirmed out from under the large claw of his elder. "Granpaw! Stop it, you're too heavy!" Ma'groth continued to giggle as he grunted and squirmed out from beneath Ezra's paw. He fell backwards and onto his rump, then beamed a huge toothy grin up to the regal elder Belemoid. "come on!" Ma'groth got up quickly, his tail lolling around in excitement "we