Blackfeather Woods Another black amongst the black

Twitch the Threadrescuer!

The weasel was on the hunt, not for food as he had just finished raiding a bird's nest and eating the first eggs of spring, but for someone to pick on, as he was immensely bored. The past few days had been uneventful, he had not run into anyone besides the prey critters he wanted to eat. Some would think it a quiet, relaxing life, but Twitch was too high strung to laze around and be content when nothing was happening, and so when the voices of two chattering wolves reached his ears he did not skip a beat in going to investigate.

He stole in toward them, moving in short bursts at a time, keeping himself hidden. He tucked behind a rock and pondered what he would do, but before he could come up with a plan suitable for two wolves, the smaller, darker of the two wandered off. So Twitch opted for a simpler plan: he would try to provoke the wolf into chasing him. It was always so thrilling to be chased and then to slip into some place where you could not be followed, surely to the annoyance of the pursuer.

Twitch bounded forward until he came to rest in front of the remaining wolf. He rose up on his hind legs, and blew the loudest most insulting raspberry he could muster.