The Heartwood my heart is like a stallion.

Twitch had his greedy, beady eyes on the coyote's kill too, and watched with interest from a safe perch on a tree branch as it was challenged for dinner by a large black wolf, who soon received assistance from a less striking female. Naturally the pair were able to drive it off, as larger predators tended to gain the upper hand of things. The weasel snorted derisively at this thought.

As he started his climb down the tree, the female wolf departed her companion, leaving just the larger of the two for Twitch to bother, and he bounded over to the carcass boldly, leaping atop it and staring the black wolf square in the face. He hissed and hunched his back, a low, snarly word escaping between his bared teeth. "Mine."