Emberwood rodents of unusual size

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Grezig stumbled ungracefully upon the scene of two packmates staring up at some squirrels in a barren tree. One, the male, was trying to coerce them down with the promise of nuts. The other, a female, asked if he could really talk to squirrels. Grezig scoffed, staring at the both of them with a look on her face that suggested she thought they were insane. “Of course not,” she snapped. “No one can speak to squirrels.” She glanced up at the tree again, an eyebrow raised. “Are you hoping they’ll come down so you can eat them?” she asked the male. “I do not think they will do so. Not unless you really can find some nuts, or something else, to tempt them with. You would be better off hunting something on the ground.”

Having said her piece, she looked between the two wolves, wanting to see if they’d continue with their ridiculous notion that they could speak to squirrels.