Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

Misha would slightly perk up her ears up when Winter would play along with Sven, the squirrel huffing in approvement. "That's right laddy, ye better be afraid of mi," Sven would say with a hard nod.

"I.. I don't feel so good," The words would slip out of her mouth before the fae would collapse onto the snowy ground, the squirrel quickly loosening his grip on her scruff and hopping off of Misha. She was unconscious.

"Uggh, eyy Winter.. What.. Uhm. Do we do about Lassy?" He would suddenly cower between the pale male's legs as he watched the unconscious russet woman, his expression full of worry for his Lassy.

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