Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

indentDamien grunted loudly as the squirrel mocked him for being trapped. He growled too, and tried to claw the rodent with his free paw, but it was out of reach so he stuck his tongue out with an ireful frown. "My nose isn't whelp!" he claimed arhythmically, not even totally sure what it meant or what he was saying, all he knew was that it was an insult and it made him mad. But then the squirrel proposed a truce, standing above him with a menacing look that Damien matched with a frown.

indent"Damien don't need Sqwhirl help. This is Damien forest!" he barked with conviction, but then, as he pulled again to try to free his paw he realized that he was probably going to die there if his paw didn't magically grew smaller. Panic. He looked back at the rodent, and at his paw again, twice and again trying to solve his dilemma. He grunted frustrated, there was no option. "OKAY but!-" he stopped, he didn't have anything to add to the contract and it made him feel angrier, "-Damien paw free and Sqwhirl come home with Damien to show mommy he catched trespasser." there, that was a deal. He would get to show how good a warden he was and he would probably get treats from mommy. That if the sneaky Twitch agreed.