Pop Goes The Weasel

“I don’t know, if it’s only a hundred it might be too easy for us.” He said with a teasing smirk, his tail flicking playfully as he did. “Show me where they are.” He said and dropped low in a playful and excited bow.

He and his father had hunted when they traveled and he had often remarked that he had the skills of his uncle cloud, but that had been before they joined Ruina and his father had grown dissatisfied with him. He of course would never have the strength or size to take down large game but weasels he could handle, especially if he could use the techniques his father had taught him, perhaps Pyrrhic might even learn something from him.

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