Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

Hehe protective Perry!

Peregrine was right to be defensive. If given the chance, the weasel most certainly would have made off with one of his pups, dragging it from the warmth of its den to some secure location where he would have made a meal of it. Weasels were notorious for raiding the nest, anything from mice to rabbits to eggs and yes, even a wolf cub left unguarded.

But unfortunately for Twitch, ferocious Papa Peregrine was not about to let one of his pups become a meal. Before the weasel even had a chance to lick his chops he was faced with the black fury barreling down on him with a fear-inspiring roar. With a shriek Twitch spun and fled, leaving behind a terribly foul odor, a hopeful deterrent that the beast might not follow him. It was nowhere near the potency of his fellow mustelid the skunk but he could hardly contain it when he heard the snap of the wolf's teeth so close to his retreating tail.

Twitch frantically bounded through the snow, daring not even so much as a glance backwards as he leaped as far up the trunk of the nearest tree as he could, digging his claws deep and scrabbling up and out of harm's way. His little heart drummed in a rapid cadence, his beady eyes bulged.

Boy did he ever stick his head down the wrong hole.