Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

Now safe on his tree branch, the impudent weasel glared back at the black wolf who had chased him from a potential meal, even daring to stick his tongue out. When the wolf cocked a leg and soaked his tree in a linquid insult Twitch hissed and stamped his feet... but there was nothing he could about it. Weasels had a reputation for being aggressive and Twitch was no different, if he had to defend himself with force he would have, but his fleetness had saved him that time. Some wolves were prime targets for mischief but this one? Most decidedly not. To trifle with him was to flirt with death.

With a frustrated huff Twitch cautiously climbed back down the tree, his eyes glued on the entrance of the den and his legs ready to spring him to safety again if the beast came back out. But there was no sign of him. Without a sound the weasel jumped into the snow and bounded away.

He would have to find something to eat somewhere else.