Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

N/A · 07-22-2014, 03:52 PM

Misha would speak words of her feeling ill and then soon following, she would pass out. Worry and fear passed through his body as if it were an electric current. It was cold and the ground was frozen. Warmth. She needed to be somewhere warm. To make matters even more dire, the clouds had grown darker and thunder had begun rumbling in the distance. He needed to find them shelter. If the frozen terrain was not enough, the soon to come freezing rain would be. To search for shelter would mean leaving Misha, but that he could not do. He had to try to carry her with him.

Winter placed his teeth around Misha's scruff and with a quick toss, he lifted her body off of the ground and caught her upon his shoulders. Winter slid the rest of his frame underneath hers so she was now upon his back - her weight balanced evenly. C'mon Squirrel. . . We have to find shelter, fast. Keep up. Ah, he would have devoured the little nuisance if Misha did not like him so much. For her, he would protect the rat as well.

Winter traveled west, sun now beamed into his eyes as the day grew older. West seemed most likely to have caves, it was rocky in that direction - his travels came to an end about fifteen minutes after it began. It was not a cave that he had found, but it would simply have to do, for he was exhausted. A large, smooth rock offered protection from the frozen ground and a bushy, evergreen tree protruded from the ice beside it - it was larger than its frozen family below, tip reaching, thankfully, seven feet above the ice. It would have to do because it was the only shelter he had crossed paths with. Traveling further would risk their lives.

His claws clicked against the rock as he climbed on top of it, still carrying Misha upon his back. Winter eased the lady down upon the rock carefully, being sure that her body did not touch the frozen ground. The rock was not much warmer, but it sure beat the freezing ice. The now hidden sun had warmed it to a bearable temperature. Hidden sun - dark clouds now covered it's face. Winter curled his body closely to hers (and Sven), sharing his warmth and there he would stay, beside her, until she awakened from her trance.

Winter looked to the rodent. Surely the creature could be useful and fetch some water. Squirrel, why don't you go fetch her some water. Look for leaves or maybe some sort of rock you could use to carry water in. Maybe even some branches that have broken off of these tree tops could serve as a container. Go, hurry. . . She will probably be thirsty when she wakes up. Misha probably needed food as well - she was hungry looking for food when he found her, but he refused to leave her side to hunt. Her blood pressure probably took a dive and made her faint. . . Yes, that had to be it. Right?

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