Lala Wicked Weasel -

That night, they ate a thin but honest stew. Badger gave Lala the first bowl. She didn’t grab it. She bowed her head and said, “Thank you.”

Lala slunk from the shadows. “Fighting is stupid,” she sneered. “I’ll just take what I need. That’s what the strong do.” She darted toward Badger’s apples, but her paws were weak—she hadn’t eaten properly in days, either. She tripped on a root and tumbled into a dry ditch. lala wicked weasel

“That’s true,” Lala said. “But I can dig. I’m fast. I can sneak into Fox’s territory and see where the old badger set snares—he’s gone now. There might be forgotten caches.” That night, they ate a thin but honest stew

Mole snorted. “Help how? You’ve never helped anything but your own belly.” lala wicked weasel