Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

Hope you don't mind I advance this with slight pp :)

Twitch waited as Damien celebrated his freedom, and for a brief moment he contemplated changing his mind about accompanying this devil to his mother for show and tell, but he knew there was no going back. The mouse nest was exposed enough for a small wolf to eat his cookies, so if he tried to go back on the agreement he was sure to lose his reward. He would have to just go, and come back as soon as he could with the hopes that no other predator discovered the goods.

"No biting, no scratching," Twitch echoed as a sort of promise, leaping on to Damien's back. "But let's get something straight. I am not a squirrel. I am a weasel," he ammended. Immediately, he decided he liked it up here. A weasel, riding upon the back of one of the apex predators (ok, a young apex predator, but still). Twitch sat up right, using his long tail for balance, and he carried his head high. He was the king of the weasels and small things up here. A king upon a wolf, and he wanted to make sure any watching eyes saw him as the funny pair moved through the dark forest, thus he remained upright for the duration of the trip.

"This the place?" he asked as Damien came to a stop. He was not about to hop down from his throne just yet, waiting for the little beast to call for his mother first. Then he would. He wanted to remain in his kingly position for as long as he could. He belonged on the back of a wolf, he decided.