Skwovet, Slightly More Aggressive Now
Leaves. More leaves. The world darkened around Skwovet. She shivered and gave an involuntary twitch. Leaves. LEAVES. Her eyes flared red with rage.
She shredded them in frustration then gathered up her various nuts and fungi and moved along to a new spot. She was just chittering angrily and shaking a tiny fist at a nearby skwirrel (Square) when she heard it.
She froze. What? Who was calling her? No one knew her name. That was a secret she kept all to herself! Except for the part where she yelled her name aloud to speak, that is. But still! No one would know it was HER name. It could be ANYONE’s name.
Skwovet shivered again. “Skwoh?” she asked, through a mouthful of mushroom. “Skwovet skwoh?” (Tr: “Who is this? What do you want?”)