The Heartwood Dangerous Games

Ghehe. Open.

Human like hands gripped the bark of the tree as clawed hinds paws pushed the fluffy and fat body up in the tree. The ringed tail flickered wildly as the wild animal made a stop at the first branch. The mischievous raccoon settled and looked down at the wolf that would never be able to reach him. An adorably evil grin featured on Pippin's masked face. "Haha, silly wolf," he pestered and then stuck out his tongue before settling his teeth in the piece of though meat. Pippin was fat enough to survive through winter thanks to his excessive eating last summer and autumn but it was just so much more fun (and exciting) to steal the last bits of meat from hungry wolves.

Pippin made the loudest smacking and eating noises so the wolf would be even more annoyed. The winter was so boring. So the animal that got close to this raccoon would have a hard time with the rambunctious animal. Little pieces of meat fell from his open chewing mouth down to the ground. Once he finished the piece he stole let the cleaned bone fall down. "A bone for the puppy," the raccoon grinned. The raccoon knew his games could be really dangerous. Wolves could easily prey on him and make a meal out of his fat body. His cute face scrunched up at that. He had a cousin who had been turned in a wolf's lunch. Not a pretty sight to be honest.