Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

No problem!

It was a bust, the adult wolf did not take Damien's word for it and her inspection of Twitch, who had tried to remain as still and lifeless as possible, revealed to her that he was not in fact dead. No doubt she had picked up on the slight rise and fall of his chest as he took as little breath as could sustain him, and no doubt she recognized by smell that he was so fresh he was still alive. The black pup tried to convince his mother that Twitch was in fact dead, but the weasel knew this ruse was over. Not wanting to stick around for the adult wolf's demonstration of a proper technique for killing small animals properly, Twitch jumped up and bolted, calling back, "Sorry kid, the jig is up!" without so much as looking back. He had to look after his own tail here, and he made haste back to the fallen tree. He would devour his cookies hopefully before the little devil came back.