Redhawk Caldera Acer

That didn't work. Commanding apparently was not the way to get things, at least not with this particular specimen. Ferret narrowed his eyes and the twitched a single, sleek white ear. He schemed, but he schemed nothing new this time, and instead the thoughts in his head rolled around to a tactic that had worked before. He was no ankle biter, but he was, indeed, a toe biter.

Just as Shrike feigned that he would eat the squirrel himself, the brazen savage launched forward and aimed his sharp little teeth at the gray wolf's toes. His mother had clouted him for a similar strategy (a nose bite), but as he recalled it, he had gotten what he wanted by doing so. Biting toes had at least produced a show to entertain him with, maybe they could produce a squirrel too.