Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

So the wolf was clearly thinking that he would nab himself a weasel, and Twitch was not game for that. As the pup darted forward the weasel jumped and landed on the brat's head. He nipped his ear, bellowing a shrill "Stop!" right into it. His little claws grasped black fur as tight as they could, determined to hang on for an indeterminate amount of time. Up here, he was safe from the wolf's jaws. Dislodging him would likely require more than shaking - rolling or headbutting the nearest tree, either of which would give enough pause to the wolf's attack for the weasel to escape - but he would not go far, no. He was prepared to bite and claw to defend his cookie jar if he needed to.