Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

The weasel had saved the best part for last. Grasping the mouse's skull in his paws he eagerly sucked the brain from its skull, using his deft tongue to scoop it out before chewing the remaining flesh from the mouse's head along with most of the bone, leaving virtually nothing behind but a few chunks. He then went back for seconds, and it was while his head was in the log attempting to fetch another mouse that a large shadow (well, compared to him) came to fall across him.


It was a bit of intuition that alerted him, and Twitch pulled his head back out without his second entree and froze, but only momentarily. Before the black wolf could even think of reacting the little weasel shot out his little paw and pointed aggressively at the wolf's nose. "Don't even think about it!" he barked. He was not sure what this wolf was thinking, but the nest of mice were his for the taking and he was not about to let himself become a meal either.