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The closer that Piper got, the more she realized that this creature looked more like food and not a friend. She also noted that the brown of it's coat was tinged in russet, offering him a reddish hue. When he spoke to her, she stopped dead in her tracks and fixed him with a furrowed brow and ears that splayed to the sides.

The Redleaf girl looked from the weasel to the tree with sap oozing down it. Her eyes squinted on it and she darted her gaze between the creature and the sap he was so desperately trying to get. “I don't know what I'd do with something like that,” she admitted with a thoughtful frown.