Rain, Sun, Wind and Snow

Summer continued to stare as the small creature replied. Apparently boredom had driven her to speak to a dangerous predator that was clearly intent upon killing and eating her dead carcass. His eyes narrowed shrewdly as he thought upon this. Perhaps the beast could speak in the wolf’s language, but clearly its intelligence was far below his, which was not unsurprising. Were there a predator that could hunt him, Summer was certain he would never bother asking it to pause for a chat. He was not suicidal, nor was he so dumb and naïve as to think he would end the conversation with his life.

”Do you often satisfy your boredom by talking to predators?” Summer asked slowly, his innate curiosity overruling his desire to add her body to one of his pack’s caches. After all, they’d get to that part eventually. For now, why not pass a little time learning more about this tiny fauna.