Neverwinter Forest Fear not, I'm here

Unbeknownst to the knightly squirrel, he was being watched. Beady black eyes stared at him from a bit of distance, peering out from a shroud of snow like a peeping tom. The weasel's tongue swiped across his needlelike canines as he eyed the delicious squirrel. Twitch watched with growing hunger as the squirrel moved about the branches. Although he could climb, the trees were the domain of the squirrel; they were the king there. His agility and speed would not compare. But the unwitting squirrel was providing Twitch an opportunity, and as it began to climb down he sunk back into the snow like a gator in a swamp.

Deep beneath the snow he tunneled, straight toward the squirrel like a furry arrow. As his deft paws reached the roots of the tree, he prepared. Bunching his legs, he suddenly surged forward, shooting out of the snow and up the tree, hoping to be grabbing a squirrel's face... but to his bewilderment, he instead found nothing but bark as he clung to the trunk... of the tree one over from the squirrel's.