Once upon a time not long ago

As it turned out, their latest victim was a weasel. One of the long-bodied thieves that lingered on the edges of fresh kills, waiting for the wolves to turn their backs. At the proposition from his brother, that they should try and flush it out with a trick of the senses.. the dark boy's tail began to wave excitedly against his hocks. He nodded his head excitedly, a dagger-sharp grin crossing his features. Yes, they were going to toy with the little beast until it fell to their superior wits! "I'll go kick up a ruckus," he hissed, jerking his chin to the left and towards the back of the gnarled tree trunk. "Don't kill it without me, okay?" he added, trying his best to look stern.

With a surprising degree of quiet for a youngster, the dark youth slipped around to the other side of the tree. There were flickers of motion in the corners of his vision, they could have been the weasel, or figments of his excited imagination. When he couldn't see his brother around the trunk, he set to work. Needle-sharp claws scratching and scraping at bark enclosed roots, raining cascades of dirt through the tangled network. Squeaky, furious puppy growls and barks created a cacophony of noise that would have deafened most animals. No doubt any other creatures in the vicinity were on their way out of there, since wolf pups tended to mean adults nearby.