A paw with two razor sharp claws pushed up the leafy branches, revealing a weasel esk face. A single fang poked from the black furry lips, and those red eyes locked on your small body.
"Snea?"
Reaching out with the other paw, the Sneasel wrapped their claws around you, pinning you between the knife sharp edges and the soft palm. They pulled you out, standing back up. They stood on two legs that had two sharp claws for toes. Though you couldn't see it, there were a trio of feathers on their rump, twitching with curiosity, as were their ears, the left one having a short feather, cluing you in that this one was a she.
The Sneasel inspected you, wondering how a human got so small, leaning in to sniff at your face before...
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