Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

The weasel is here to pester keep you company while you wait for some birds instead of a mustelid!

A careful observer might notice a disturbance in the snow as the weasel burrowed and tunneled through the powder, following trace scents of blood and meat. On occasion he would pop up to the surface, head sticking out of the snow like a sneaky jack in the box. His white fur was the perfect concealment, but it was broken by the sheer blackness of his nose and eyes.

On one of his "surface peeks" the weasel spied what was to him a cavern, the scent of the trail he had been following flowing from it in stronger wafts but now mixed with other scents as well. Recklessly curious, he emerged from the snow entirely, perching upon his surface like a leaf, barely sinking in. Twitch bounded to the den, hugging the corner of the entrance with his slinky body. Stretching to his limits, he peered in... was there food down there?