Ouroboros Spine Up on a treetop

Frisco forced himself to hide his frustration at the curious young wolf. If the pup did not start to leave, how could Frisco throw a pine cone, if he did not throw a pine cone, how would the rest of his devious plan unfold? Well... that is a secret! Frisco continued talking in a kind tone, as to not draw any suspicions, but his voice had a firmness to it, as if to tell the wolf that he would not be getting any information here. Frisco waited for Massaraq to leave, his tiny black eyes blinking quickly.