I'd name him... Sproutling. :3
Sproutling stared at the grass, then at the berries, then at some leaves. Here, this spot, was heaven on Earth. Leaves, grass and berries, all in one place. It may not seem special, but to him, it felt... Sacred. He leapt into the berry bush and chomped at the leaves and berries greedily.
"Food," he mumbled heartily, munching on. It seemed like he could eat all day in his sacred place.
Without warning, a large head bit into the bush and on his tail. He yelped, leaped out of the bush and hissed. A large buck stared at him and seemed to give him a cold glare. Sproutling felt the fur on his neck stand and he raced away.
"You'll regret it!" he barked - but how could he, a small young teen PD, make a buck who was probably 10 times bigger than him regret it?
Sproutling sat behind a tree and panted. He sucked in his chest and glared at the buck, eating his berries, in his sacred place. He stared at a bush and wondered. Then he remembered. He remembered a wolf eating a doe. He grinned evilly and chuckled to himself.
Sproutling stalked up to the buck, making sure not to be seen, careful to make no sound and no false moves. He moved quickly and quietly. When finally, he was close enough, he jumped, yowling at the same time, and landed on the buck. Swiftly, he dug his teeth into the buck's hind. The buck started into a run, then realised it didn't hurt a lot. He turned back, gave Sproutling a dirty glare. Sproutling, still biting into the buck's behind, smiled weakly.
He stayed where he was, his pride lost. He had been beaten by a buck. He sighed, got up and wandered about. He walked into trees, into bushes, into rivers. He travelled alone, he did. He stepped to the edge of a river and stared into it. Sproutling sighed, then saw something move fast in the water.
"Fish?" he mumbled. He hadn't tried them before. He was pure herbivore. Sproutling focused into the water and lifted his paw. Just a little glimpse of a fish coming his way and he would swipe it. And that was what he did. He swiped it into the air and watched as he flew. He smiled, mouth open, and caught it in his mouth. He turned from the river and bit into it.
"Tasty!" he smiled and dug in. It was his first kill. The herbivore turned omnivore on that one day. The prideful little Piccolo Dragon regained his pride.
Sorry... I kinda got carried away. >.<