Anything you can do

By the waterfall that had caught the eye of the young wolf slept an old squirrel. He was a greying creature with old eyes and a muzzle that twitched into expressions of trouble. He had clearly traveled and seen much in his life, and had come a long way from his days of terrorizing young wolves. That was a practice he was well versed in and missed some of the furry creatures he had messed with. There was one in paticular that had been especially fun to throw acorns at, a white and black wolf with purple eyes and a funny cross shaped scar. That had been been a long time ago, a wolf that no longer seemed to adventure these lands.

His newest victim would almost be missed, he was quiet and awestruck by the wonder of the waterfall. But this squirrel was far too well practised to let such an opportunity pass softly by, unnoticed. Of course, that was the real reason and not dumb blind luck that led him to look across from his perch in a tree hanging over the very top of the waterfall. In sighting the young wolf he would chitter in delight and dive into the posy nestled in the branches of an especially thick branch. Here lay his ammo - a more fun term then winter supply. He picked up two choice sized acorns and lobbed them with quite an expert aim down to where the quickly flowing water had caught the boys attention.

Meanwhile, an unsuspecting titan would be travelling through the Rio grande. He had done a little exploring and gotten a better idea of the new packs that had recently rise their paws and made themselves known. He didn't like unknowns even if he and his own kept quietly to themselves. The scent of a wolf took him off the straight direction towards home. It was the youthfulness of it really that peeked his interest. Was this a stray pup widening the rogue lands? He had already taken formed a habit of taking young ones under his wing and he wasn't about to stop now.

He found the boy by the water right as the squirrel was hefting it's prize. Biting back the laughter that threatened to bowl him over he cried "look out!" Who would have thought food would have such personality?