Ooooh look; it’s a fierce, yapping tiny hyena!
They s-s-s-keer me!
(You little tiny hyenas are soooo cute when you try to act all tough.)
Now run along and let the grown-ups talk, honey. It’s bedtime for you.
We’ve been here from the beginning , you’re the one running into the thread after the bloods been spilled. Sniping away. Hiding behind others, traveling with a pack,
the hyena is none other than yourself.
Good word choice.