Redhawk Caldera Acer

Well, in the very least, they'd both been successful. Shrike's actions had lured the boy away from his toes (thank goodness) and toward the squirrel onto which the boy latched, and Ferret had the prey within his reach now. Naturally, Shrike could've torn the squirrel from the pup's grasp with a quick flick of his head- or torn the squirrel in two between them, but he meant in the long run for the boy to win the squirrel from him. He'd had a bit of it earlier, and now he was taking the chance to bond with the pup and feed him at the same time. 

Ferret seemed very pleased with himself, so Shrike played into the game, furrowing his brow, laying his ears back and uttering a muffled and soft growl as he pulled back on the squirrel. He could tell the game wouldn't last long between the two of them- but even if the bedraggled thing did get torn in two, it still would've been a fun game. Ferret jerked at the squirrel which surprised Shrike and made him let go of a centimetre of the furry body- so in return, he shook his own muzzle in an attempt to shake the pup's grip.