Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

She could only stare as the chipmunk scrambled up the stranger’s neck to his head, like he was some sort of furry tree. The yearling bucked his head, almost as if toying with the rodent. Meanwhile, it didn’t seem like either one of them had noticed her gawking.

You have, Masque said, raising a foreleg as though to point but instead raising to tap her own crown, a little something… just there…

Surely he was aware of it, though she hasn’t puzzled out the dynamic just yet. Was this young stranger simply playing with his food?