The Heartwood my heart is like a stallion.

Oh, Twitch knew how small he was and how big the wolf was, but it did not matter. He was fearless, and he wanted this meat, and no he did not want to share, and no it most certainly did not matter that he was effectively trying to steal it. He hunted when he had too and took what he could. It was survival of the fittest, not survival of the biggest. When the wolf asked if he was serious he fixed him with an even more narrowed glare and lashed his tail, his toes gripping the carcass even tighter. He nodded once, sternly.