Ouroboros Spine Black Squirrel

The woman tried to warn him. It took a few moments of nosing around and grasping at nothing (at least, nothing he could latch to; there was plenty of pale fur there to cotton his mouth), before Mojag realized his mistake.

He balked at her a moment and then sat down, flustered and hungry. The boy opened his mouth as if to ask for the manager of this one-star-yelp-review establishment when the squirrel in the tree shrieked again.

It was particularly shrill, and closed Mojag's mind off from his current bothers. His ears turned as his head snapped around to stare up at the tree - followed by a hearty giggle.