Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

The squirrel squeaked something that Damien, surprisingly, understood perfectly. Since when did not-wolves speak? It was weird, getting to know every day a bit more about the constantly changing world that surrounded the him. But this little fella was being a bit too aggressive. He had to learn who is boss.

"Shut up!" The cub said in a high pitched bark. Damien had to put his training in practice, he had to protect his forest from the outside, and he was just about to do exactly that. A big warden he was already. "Teapasser" The pup stated with a frown, just to let the squirrel know what would come next. 

Bites.

Damien darted forward, aiming to take the squirrel by the head, and if he got it, he would shake it hard until its neck cracked.