Squirrels Dreamlight Valley Novels & Stories

As they walked on those piles, the three made squishing sounds that frightened some squirrels that ran away from the sight of all of them. They did not see much, passing through a dry river with ridges which indicated that it had used to be a water source. On this stroll, they never came across any bird or any animals other than those squirrels. "Alyssa, why do you care for him?" Daliah asked as she stilled.

Emma blurted out, covering her face with her palms, expecting Prescott's snickers. When she heard nothing, she let her palms part ways; and saw that the queen and the squirrel were just staring at her. There was no sigh of amusement either on their faces. If anything, they looked more serious than she had ever thought that they would. "Is that the only dream that you have had of him?" Zipfarak asked, her gaze unblinkingly meeting Emma's. "I'm not sure." Emma murmured, remembering the dreams about the wolf that had sacrificed his life for her.

"This is not for us to eat, Ian, but I will make sure that we get some later," she replied. "Help me move the cage. Don’t worry," she saw the look on his face, "he won’t wake until I tell him to." She held up a dart and Ian smiled. They hauled the cage for a long distance until they were close to the private riding area of Lord Kurn. Sylvia put the squirrel in a bush next to the trail and covered a rag in its blood. "Wait here, Ian, I’ll be back in a little while."