Stay with me

A blur of movement caught his eye, and he turned to see a squirrel. Then he stared. Was it...it was. The cute, fluffy thing was carrying a lethal looking object, which looked like a fang. Eying him warily, Kesik continued his sunning. "Hello there, squirrel. You can come down, you know. You seem to have sufficient protection, and I'm not hungry." He thought squirrels below him, but decided that this one was different, and could make for interesting lunch conversation. He offered the squirrel a small smile, eyes still on the fang thing that it held. Something told him that this squirrel was not like the others.