Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

N/A · 07-24-2014, 06:09 PM

Winter kissed her maw reassuringly once more. He wanted her to know he cared deeply for her. Ah, and he wanted her to feel it. Soon, rain would fall from the heavens in vast amounts and thunder rippled almost continuously throughout the atmosphere. The wind had begun to fiercely blow over the terrain causing nearby trees to lean and sway with each breath. It would be a long night as it seemed they would be trapped inside their shelter for a while. The storm was growing severe and it appeared as if it were not going to slack up anytime soon. Winter lied down upon the rocky cave floor and motioned for Misha (and the rat) to join him. Perhaps the rat also had some stories to share. It was a good night to share stories of past happenings. Perhaps Misha would wish to tell more about her history. Opening up would only draw them closer.

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