Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

Though not without hesitation, Twitch hopped off his throne, immediately missing his perch and silently promising himself that he would be up there again sometime andthat he would try to ride as many different wolves as he could. As the little black pup hollered for his mother the weasel assumed the position. He jumped up and allowed himself to naturally flop onto the ground, looking every bit a dead thing, with eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, and little tongue lolling. Here he would wait, still as a stick, until Damien's mother had a gawk at him, praised her son, and he could get back to his cookies.