Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

*Misha* · (This post was last modified: 07-22-2014, 08:42 AM by Misha.)

Sapphire blue grey eyes would watch the small brown creature, the small squirrel digging it's front paws into the grass, probably looking for a few fallen berries from a nereby bush. Misha had been stalking it for a while now, staying behind trees, close to bushes, and crouched to the ground. She wanted to improve her hunting skills- and this was the perfect way. Small, ivory paws would slowly pace towards the animal, the russet woman making sure to keep her slender body close to the ground. One move.. One pounce, and he'll be your's. She would think to herself, running up behind it. "Eyy lassy, are ye gon' an' eat mi? What if I put up a fight with ye, eh?" The voice would break her concentration, the fae stopping in her tracks immediately. "Food isn't supposed to talk!" She would exclaim, looking down at the Arctic Ground Squirrel as he would narrow his amber brown eyes at her. "I em not food, lassy. I em Sven," he would say, with a hard nod. "Well, Sven.. My apologies for thinking you were food," she would say in a mumble, sure he would hear it. "Dun be worried about it, Lassy." He would tell her. "Oh, my name isn't Lassy.. It's Misha. Misha Elaine Cae," She would say proudly, a small smile on her maw as she watched him. "Misha Elai- what? Well Lassy, that's too much of a mouthful so, yer Lassy to me," he would tell the Lassy, the fae giving a small nod. "Fair enough.. Where were you going?" Misha would ask him, curious of his explorations. "Well Lassy, no where actually- I have nothing to do, what about ye?" He would ask in a hopeful tone, amber eyes holding curiosity. "Nowhere either, just looking for lunch," she would say, raising a brow as an awkward expression appeared on her face. "Well, Lassy," he would quickly climb up her leg, placing himself on top of her back as his claws dug into her scruff, holding himself against the wolf. "Ow!! Hey, what are you doing?!" she would ask with an annoyed growl, tilting her crown to the side to get a glimpse of him. "I'm ye new protector, friend, whatever ye want to call mi- I'm sticking to ye like honey," he would say with a smile, grabbing tightly on the girl's scruff. "Onward, milady!" he would say with a small screech, squirrel and wolf making their way down town.

"Misha's speech" "Sven's words"

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