Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

"What's a 'mate'?" He would hiss questioningly at the pale male, climbing down from Misha's back and sliding down her leg. "Look 'ere laddy. I dun care what ye are to her. I'm still sticking to her like honey," he would say with a puff of his chest, staring straight up at the male as he stood up on his hind legs, attempting to look bigger, hissing at Winter.

"Sven, back off!" She would say, pulling him back with her paw towards her. "Nuu milady, let me at him!" He would say with a fiesty screech, pumping his small fists into the air. "Sven, that's enough." She would say with a warning growl, snapping her jaws at him. "Alright milady, but if something happens, I swear." He would say with a soft growl, climbing back up her leg and taking a seat on her back, claws digging into her scruff. Winter would ask how she was feeling, suddenly feeling sick at that moment. Her head would spin and her stomach would knot. "Excuse me for a minute.." She would say in a weak tone, closing her eyes. "Milady.. Are you alright?" Sven would question her, whispering softly in the fae's ear.

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