Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

Ferret's first response to his brother's misfortune was to cackle, his insensitive laughter rolling down the bank after Peter. This was nothing unusual for the bandit, who had laughed when his father hopped about on a hurting leg, guffawed when Peter was choking, and thought his mother's eye injury was cool. Not even his brother's pained whine could quell his amusement.

For a moment, the reason for the chase had been forgotten, but spotting a leaf there in front of him, Ferret snatched it. He hoisted his head aloft, the black tip of his tail waving high as he gloated in this victory, certain that this was the leaf his brother had tried to speed away from him. He paraded his trophy atop the bank back and forth, grinning down at Peter as the poor boy looked about himself and sneezed.