Overture Downs more than could be chewed

Though he hadn't managed to bring it far, dragging his treasure home had spent a lot of his energy and the sight of it lodged in the pitfall had robbed him of a lot of his will. Swiftlet laid his chin on the snow, looking like a crocodile with just his head and some of his backside sticking out of the powder.

Grumpy-faced, he stewed on his poor luck briefly before another wolf came to look down on his plight with pity. She was a younger wolf, but she was older and bigger than him. He was quick to straighten in an attempt to appear in-control to her, but when she spoke his ears dropped and his expression fell to horror. He was gullible enough to believe her, but so too was he defiant enough to challenge the notion; he would wrestle his own shadow if he thought it was in his way.

No I'm not! Swift narrowed his eyes at the stranger, huffing a breath that stirred the flakes beneath his nose. You just want my head! He accused.