Part 6: Hunt
It'd been the most anticlimactic encounter yet, which he was thankful for, but also the most comedic, which he was not.
Ptera had tried to climb up the nearest thing within reach, as he had before, which given where he'd run into Sheba while walking away from the firepit was the flagpole.And it turned out you couldn't climb up the flagpole, because the pole was metal and smooth and the hoisting rope for the flag was plastic and slick.
And also, instinctually, he had stashed the bit

Part 3: Bix and Sheba
"I'm not sure how I'd describe how I'm feeling right now," said Ptera.
"Mmm," said Bethany.
"Maybe disbelief? If you'd told me a week ago that I'd be going to hunting camp, that I'd accidently out myself as pred in the process, that I'll probably be hunting down my partner in crime, and that I'd be bonding with a goddamn wolf? I wouldn't have believed you."
"I have to wonder why you put that one last."
"And then also... well." The squirrel turned his head, watching the scen

Part 1: Squeamish
Today
"Honey? Honey, there's a wolf at the door."
All throughout the two story townhouse, the Romano family froze as mom called this out.
The family of squirrels were supposed to be safe. They technically weren't in the Green Zone, the border being one street over, but... well, the border was only one street over. It was supposed to be a binary thing; in the green zone hunting was legal and you ventured there (and lived there) at your own risk. if you weren't in the green zone,