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He was utterly focused on the squirrel, and did not take note of his brother's approach until an ear was turned of its own accord by a happy squeak. But it was heard all too late; he had not a moment to move before the smallest of siblings crashed into him. He extricated himself from Peter rather quickly, his hair raised indignantly as he stepped back, his face creased in annoyance until a devilish spark went off inside his scheming little mind. Then, those creases shifted into an impish smile and he waved his black tipped-tail.

The squirrel continued to chatter, but it was old news now. Ferret went to his brother's side and head-butted his shoulder with all the grace of a young goat. Intent on resuming his little trek into the world, he then jerked his muzzle, beckoning Peter to follow along so that he could share in the blame (or take all of it) if the two happened to be caught before they returned home.