Moonspear i thought i needed a hug, but i really just needed pancakes

where the elder might have felt amusement, the boy felt only irritation. stealing was not nice, didn't this squirrel learn any better? "my sticks," the babe answered to the older man, though did not take his sights off of the furry-tailed bandit. 

the rodent, completely unfazed and likely enjoying the child's torment, remained where it was. chatter in the sound of a squirrel's laughter erupted as another stick was launched towards the wolves. acrux quickly scooted himself out of the way, though could only manage a half warning in the form of, "look ou-," before the stick collided with something and the sound of a thunk made the noise go silent.