Cedar Sweep Little Weasels Upon the ground

Rodyn knew it was still too early for the ermine to be 100% white, he would need to wait for a little longer, before they were completely white. However, what he did notice was they were starting to change a little bit, and he wanted to know more about them, and what they did. Perhaps he could even meet a kind stranger willing to help him get a stag.

So with gentle paw steps he moved throughout the trees. Eyes upon the far reaching shadows, body low to the ground, his russet fur giving him perfect camouflage among the trees as they changed their green to autumn colors. This was the ideal time for him to hunt, and he was extremely proud of himself thus far. He had done well.