Neverwinter Forest Fear not, I'm here

As his prey climbed higher and perched on a branch, Twitch was certain his chance at a fat meal was gone in his blunder. But to his surprise, the squirrel hailed him - in fact, it thought he was a squirrel too. For a moment his little jaw dropped and he stared, dumbfounded. How did this stupid creature make it past infancy?

The weasel's eye began to twitch, then his nose, and then his stupefied expression was replaced with a wild look. He was outraged. "WHAT!?" he shrieked. How dare this squirrel call him a squirrel! He was no piece of prey; he was a fearsome predator! "I'm not no nut-munching bushy-tailed sq-" he stopped abruptly as a spark ignited in his small skull, his mouth cracking into a full-out sharp-toothed grin, and most observers would have no doubt about what he used those little daggers of his for.

Twitch leapt down from the tree, half disappearing into the snow as he landed, before bounding over to the squirrel's tree. "I mean yes, hi! I am a squirrel. There are no predators here." The weasel nodded rigorously, then beckoned the squirrel with his paws. "Come on down and play!" he called out.