Blackfeather Woods Aimless Direction

Once again the male would not be provoked into chasing him, yet at least for now Twitch was satisfied that he had drawn blood from two of the wolf's paws without suffering so much as a bit of fur loss in the process. So in his little mind, he had won the round, and thus the weasel was content to go about his usual business of finding something to eat while the wolf walked away without so much as a glance back. No doubt the two would meet again, perhaps the next time there was a moment in time that needed closure.