Cajun was inside his home, mad about courage ruining his plans, he held a kitchen knife in his hand, his grip on it so tight he could break something , like the cutting board, but he didn’t, just so confused, but mad at the same time, how could he lose so easily against a mutt that was such a coward!? To him it wasn’t possible “Darn dog…. How could me!? A fox lose to a no good mutt!” He threw the knife, it hitting the wall “I’m born lucky! And this… MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL!” he growls, breaking and knocking over stuff because he was mad