Redsand Canyon *This Thread Topic BLEEPED OUT For Your Safety*

a most peculiar noise was causing thorn unusual distress. it sounded like a bird - except, maybe a bird being ground between two stones, or a bird that had no beak or possibly the noise of a mouse and bird coupled together - thorn couldn't make any sense of the noise other than that it was very heckin' annoying.

almost belligerently, the beast was nosing about looking for this source of torment, and after a good deal of rustling and disturbance of just about the entire forest, he finally found it -- in the most peculiar form of a weasel standing atop a rock with a very shiny looking stone in its paws.

he slowed as he approached, his tail held out behind him in a menacing manner as he eyed the critter and her toy. whatever it was, he wanted to eat it -- he found things tended to shut right up once they went down his gullet, and with a bullish snort, the beast confidently announced his presence and expected the weasel to get the hint and scatter, right quickly.