Permafrost Hollows You Taunt Me

you're an angel, thanks!

There!

It was hard to distinguish the shape of the cat amidst the similar-coloured branches - only when it moved and gazed down at her with big, moony eyes did she see its features clearly. Fur plush with winter pelage, she couldn't tell much about its age from looks alone. But, given by how relaxed it seemed, she guessed it had experienced few encounters with wolves. That, or it was simply a typical lazy cat.

Still, she did not let her guard down just yet.

Her growl was muffled around the weasel as it spoke languidly and descended until it was grinning down at her like a hungry cheshire cat. "What do you want, spirit?" Her weasel? Her skull to decorate its napping tree?

As if to make a point, she threw the ermine high in the air before catching and swallowing it in one gulp.