Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

The bump made him dizzy for a moment, he felt disoriented and although he didn't quite feel any pain, he had to take a couple seconds to get up again. He looked around for the Squirrel, and it wasn't long before it squeaked from a nearby tree, instructing the pup to leave. Leave? This forest was his property! Why would he leave?

Damien growled, indignant, and then he noticed the look in the squirrel's eyes. He was protecting something, something that was behind Damien, so he turned around and instantly his nose told him exactly what it was. The biscuit Twitch was eating before Damien came was only one of the many hidden in a hole, and with a devilish grin, the dark angel went for the prize Twitch was so fiercely defending. Giggling, Damien inserted his tiny paw in the hole, trying tor each the mice as he turned his back on the squirrel.