Bearclaw Valley doot noot

he was so close! So very close to his molten prize! He reached out his tiny black paws, stretching his long body as far as it would go. But just before he could get to the sap he heard footsteps nearby. His small ears swiveled, and his top half twisted in the direction of the footsteps. His nose twitching he waited patiently for the other to show themself, and when they did he found himself looking at a russety red wolf. She looked serious, like she meant business. Kisses better address this.

d’you want some? I’m so close to getting it and I could give you some! I like sharing! squeaked the young fiery red weasel, facing her with a dumb naive smile.