With the tiniest of tails

[Mati Church]

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Eyes moved from the tree to Haven, the light bulb turning on above her head. It all made sense now. Black nose pointed up toward the small beast, still chirping at them in dismay. She took in the scent, filing away the sight, scent and species forever to remember. She was glad that it wasn’t a rat, the idea made her skin crawl. So that’s what a squirrel looks likes. Her tail wagged excitedly, making the rest of her body wiggle with it. You fink it’s a meats eater, like us? if it was a predator like themselves that it could be a threat. Mati didn’t understand that the instinctual urge to chase the little beast made it a prey species.

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