Ouroboros Spine Black Squirrel

The squirrel continued to scream its warning. It was almost enough to dwarf Sialuk's own voice but when she began to speak again, Mojag leaned in close to listen. He plastered himself against the older wolf's leg and slouched there.

Catching the creature would be a fun game. He wanted to try as soon as she spoke the idea in to existence, and abruptly sat up, then with a glance between Sialuk and the tree, Mojag rushed towards the trunk.

That served only to frighten the squirrel; it reacted as any prey would and with a flourish of movement, it ran from one tree-top to the next, to the next, and on — not interested in being a child's play-thing.

Mojag watched this happen with a shocked expression upon his face. He was disheartened that he could not have done a better job and sagged in to the grass, sitting there, pouting up at the tree — or looking over his shoulder to Sialuk as if to ask, where'd he go???