Grouse Thicket Fool and King, Ghoul and Goose

Nynka felt a flash of amusement as the fuzzy black pillbug unrolled itself and tried to act all manly and tough and stuff. Grrr. Lookit my teeny little white wolffangs, hahaha. It was a stupid little display, almost adorable in one that size, even despite Nynka herself being considerably less bulky than even so young a wolf as this. Hah! Better, certainly, but— and all traces of amusement vanished quicker than lightning as the stupid brat flung himself forth with desperate courage to seize upon her rightful prey. Oh no, that was not going to fly: no way, no how.

With a loud hiss of wrath Nynka flashed her own teeth forward in a much more businesslike fashion, angling to latch them into the shining black leather of the nose the overconfident little pup had so brashly shoved in her direction, and atop her food to boot. The wolf boy let go of the bird but now Nynka was more intent on biting him instead of the limp and bleeding grouse. This young wolf was going to be taught a lesson by her now, indeed, whether he would or no. Little wolves who act like prey don't stay wolves for long, she said, her voice low and menacing, and deadly serious. And little wolves who steal will learn the price of their crimes quicker yet! Another flash of the teeth almost too quick for the eye to follow, and another; Nynka wasn't terribly picky about where her blows landed, so long as they connected with the wolfling's tender young flesh at an angle where she could bite down hard. The stupid covey of grouses above were silenced now after a few final squawks of growing alarm, their vocal cords perhaps paralyzed by anticipatory horror. The squeals Nynka intended to elicit from the uppity young canine would shortly more than make up for that lack of noise, though, surely, she was grimly amused to think.