Golden Moose

Kesik spat the froth from his lips, glaring up at Caiaphas. He had taken quite the tumble, crashing against a stump. A tiny cut open above his eye, and a trickle of blood fell down his cheek. "Can't you just roll over and die? You look ancient." He have her his best death glare, and wished that looks could kill. He loathed this vermin, and growled at her again. He hoped Autumn would stay far, far away, and knew he couldn't go back to her until this vermin left, for then she could easily track him back to the den where they lived.