Emberwood twenty four hour ice

Twitch was not looking to seriously maim the haphazard fox, he just wanted to give him a stinging warning, which he accomplished when his sharp claws left a couple marks on the canine's muzzle. As the fox bellowed at him Twitch answered by sticking his tongue out comically and blowing a loud raspberry, decidedly unthreatened by the presence of the medium sized carnivore. In truth, the brazen weasel was hardly ever threatened. His species had many deterrents to would-be predators - impressive speed, bold aggressiveness and backup (literally) scent glands. Indeed, this hunter was seldom ever hunted and never consistently so.

As tiny red paws flailed out at him, Twitch nimbly dodged aside with an insulting cackle. He bounded toward the fox's rear, finding its bottlebrush tail swaying, and grabbed a hold of it as he leaped into the air. His fangs made no move to bite, his claws did not dig in. The fox may be looking for breakfast (he had better look elsewhere) but at this point Twitch's irritation was forgotten and the playful weasel was simply making a game of the fiery canine.