will they tell your story? — story patrol

[Masie]

She was curious about everything, always rooting through the forest, camp or her own nest for anything she didn't currently understand. Father was proud when she came to learn something new that she hadn't known before, and she had learned to like making him that proud of her. Plus, there was a rush to running around all the time, even if it took tons of energy and food. Masie was tracking down another scent in the woods, racing through the tree's in an effort to close in on what she had been hunting down for hours. Finally, she got to catch up, a squirrel stopping near the group thinking it had finally escaped the strange creature it had seen earlier. However, a second later the brown downy form of Masie burst from the brush only a few feet from it, chittering as she chased it up into a tree, and climbed partway up before falling back down onto the ground, landing on her feet. Clearly, she had gotten some practice propelling herself part of the way up tree's, even if she couldn't seem to climb properly.

Distraction was an easy thing to have happen when someone was only two months old, so when the squirrel vanished into the treetops, something else immediately had her attention. "Play!" she scampered over to nudge Suvi slightly, remembering having played ball with the other animal before, so whatever Suvi was partaking in had to be fun somehow! Hopefully. Anyway, the story patrol now had one of the groups many raptors joining along.