Phoenix Maplewood a squirrel and dessert

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He swivelled an ear to the sound of paws moving across the forest floor, but he was not alarmed and took a few more laps of the saccharine sap before he turned his head to watch as a young male approached him. The boy looked hungry, and asked if Rhett would be willing to share. For a moment, the middle-aged man regarded him silence, casting his gaze to each side at the multitudes of maples around them. Why this wolf felt he needed to partake of the same tree as Rhett was beyond him, for though the claw marks had made it easier it was no difficult task to bite into the bark and start your own tap. But, the frosted wolf had had enough, and stepped aside with a slight shrug. "Go ahead." Perhaps it was a treat this one had never been fortunate enough to try before now.