Tiny feet and insatiable curiosity carried Signy the opposite direction of her usual haunts, away from the plains and the lake and in the direction of the really cool looking cliff thingy she could see from the distance. She bounced along, sticking her nose into everything and investigating every rock she found before she suddenly stopped, black tail straight in the air like a startled cat. She had just caught a strange scent, almost familiar yet so... different. It was so much like the tiger she'd hunted and tried to bring home but there was something just weird about it.
Signy couldn't hold back a wiggle of excitement. The tiger had been unaccommodating as far as letting her bring him home, but maybe this whatever-it-was would be more obliging. Maybe it was another tiger! An easier to catch one. Immediately her nose went down to the scent, and tail still straight up and waving she trotted along the trail until suddenly, unexpectedly, it stopped.
Confused and disappointed, Signy plopped her butt down underneath the ledge with a disgruntled sigh. Why did she have such bad luck with tiger hunting? It was so unfair.
"Speech"
This pine marten has a very foul mouth and a confusing accent. He is also fierce and hates to be called adorable. You have been warned.
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