Grouse Thicket Fool and King, Ghoul and Goose

<3 Of course, and awww, heal well lil' Tywyll— and don't steal any more predators' meals, gyah! ;P

The tableau held for a moment, with Nynka staying put where she was, looming over the grouse, and the wolf pup seemingly too stunned to do anything but stand there and make horrified noises of fear and pain. Nynka ordinarily reveled in such squeals and cries comng from the results of her teeth, but truth be told at this point her ears were starting to hurt. More importantly, though, the little brat seemed to have learned his lesson, and wasn't making any moves toward her prey. After a moment Nynka tried to lever the bird a little closer to her hind feet with one forepaw, though, just to be totally safe. The maneuver was extra-awkward and less than successful because she didn't move the rest of her body an inch, nor her eyes from their laser-like focus on the young canine's face.

The tiny brute did at last manage a squeaky, stumbling apology. Not as coherent as Nynka might have liked, but she'd take it. The martial light in her eyes started to dim at last, and he fur slowly to flatten, though she still watched the youngster suspiciously in hawklike fashion. So she got a very good eyeful of his worse-yet stumbling paws as he tripped and stabbed himself on an upreaching twig. That surprised a heartless laugh out of the little weasel, laughter that kept going until the fading sobs and footfalls of the young wolf were drowned out entirely by it. She seized her bird and began the more serious work of hauling it off to be plucked and eaten.