Redtail Rise way of the wilds

Moon Runner would remember this place, its abundant prey, and its many oak trees. It was a squirrel hunter’s paradise, evident by the thousands of acorns. It made the young wolf consider the food source of other creatures, too. She recalled how fish had jumped to catch black flies and how herons spear hunted for frogs along the pond’s reeds.

The squirrels began to chatter angrily, whipping their tails like fluffy ribbons.

When Rolling Thunder began to tree them, the squirrels scattered.

Fun! the spirit said.

Moon Runner mimicked him and stood on her hind legs, bouncing like a rock hopper penguin, as she scratched at the trunk of a tree yapping and whining.

Suddenly, it seemed like it paid off! While running among the branches, one young squirrel lost its footing and fell to the ground.