Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

It was a rare sight to see Ferret express any form of compassion, even if it was in a form of rough poking in the ribs. Peter looked up to his brother's oddly distorted face and for a moment a sheer horror crossed the boy's expression, because instead of one Ferret, there had been at least four.

"Owwww..." he didn't even try to suppress a pitiful wail, when another wave of pain went through his head, he burried his muzzle under his forepaws again and cried - he was neither brave, nor tough and he was not ashamed to show it now. 

It took at least another fifteen, twenty minutes before the boy was fit and ready to get up to his wobbly feet. The instinctive attempt to shake his coat, ended up with him falling over, where he - lying on his back - decided to stay for time being, casting a glance at Ferret as if saying: "Shit happens."