Squirrel Nutkin

He hadn’t exactly been stalking his father per say, but he certainly had been following the tracks Ignis had left behind. He hopped from one hole in the snow to another, steadily making his way toward the border. He of course knew he couldn’t go out of the pack’s territory without permission, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get close to it. Then his father called for them and that was all the permission he needed! He abandoned his game of hopping through the snow in favor of running forward to make sure he got there first. ”Hi, dad!” he said as he trotted over to where Ignis was standing, sounding as friendly and chipper as ever.

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