Arrow Lake Deerly Departed

Speaking of wiser weasels, I doubt that any of them would have entrusted anything to a wolf, when there would be a great chance of ending up on the snack-table themselves. But Wraen was an exception, because her own amusement with the little, vicious creature grew with every passing moment and had it not been for the chunk of meat in her mouth, she would have burst out laughing. Probably - much to annoyment of the already firey little thing.

Wraen looked up, when the weasel mentioned a bird overhead and saw nothing of concern. Probably because hawks have harder time of scooping up and taking away a fully grown-up wolf than a creature several times smaller. And jus then, when she had stopped wondering about this matter, they had arrived and her companion was pointing out to a den entrance that - in her opinion - would do to store the meat. In Wraen's - that there was no way they could stuff this much in there.

She put it down, however, and took a step back, saying: "Here you are." And then sitting down in hopes to see even better specatcle than before.