get 'em

Morgawr was thinking about Biggie again. The pebble that represented her was still buried where she'd left it. She didn't have any easy way to carry it around, so she figured that that would be the safest place for it. In particular, she was thinking about Biggie's family. She had a mom and a dad, just like Morg, and no siblings. But her parents were both very sickly and weak, so Biggie protected them. Biggie protected everyone. She was big and strong and the toughest fighter of any squirrel in the whole world. She didn't have any close friends, but she didn't need them. A strong and silent kind of girl.

She suddenly was removed from her thoughts by a slowly creeping scent. She wasn't sure what it was, but it made her nervous. And yet, she was enthralled. Almost without trying to, she followed, tracing the scent to the source. Her nose pressed the ground until she tasted dirt; she stuck it in the air until she felt like she could reach out her tongue and taste the stars. But the strange scent was always there, faint but impossible to ignore.

She almost didn't smell her brother because she was paying so much attention to the scent, but eventually, she got up to him. Levi was puffed up and baring his teeth, and she stayed behind a few paces, watching him. Not hiding. Just observing. She glanced around. Something was watching them. She didn't know where.

Until it stepped out of the grass.

A small predator with a wild look in its eyes. Levi slashed at it, and Morgawr joined in on the fight. She sprinted forward and tried to bite the fox's neck. She'd never fought seriously before, but she wasn't going to call for help. It was only a little thing. The two of them could drive it off. Right?

WC: 313
Total: 595