Chapter 114: Section 97: Attack
Malin remembered that this little squirrel was called Milani; its owner had named it this. As a spirit, it could understand human speech, which was very important because, in general, spirits that couldn’t understand humans were already dead.
Malin took out a small twig with a tiny acorn on it; for an omnivorous spirit like Milani, the fruit induced by spiritual energy was irresistible.
Milani was starving too and started gnawing at the acorn right away. After finishing it off, she then contentedly perched on Malin’s shoulder.
It seemed that the previous winter had not been kind to the little creature in the wild.
"Come to think of it, I’ve never seen such an obedient animal spirit. My family’s big dog only listens to my father and doesn’t care for anyone else’s words", Faye said, looking at the squirrel on Malin’s shoulder. She cautiously approached and stretched out her hand, trying to touch the squirrel.
Malin noticed Milani’s wariness and fear and gently tapped its little head, "Milani, this is Faye. If you let her hold you, this acorn is yours."
With a surprisingly human-like expression of astonishment on its little face, Milani patted its belly and then clutched the acorn, jumping straight into Faye’s hands.
"My goodness, I’ve never seen a spirit behave so well," Clovis also came over, holding an acorn in her hand that was similarly nurtured with spiritual energy. Milani sniffed her acorn, pursed its lips in refusal, but still rubbed its head against the back of Clovis’s hand.
"It must have been raised by someone before. But tell me, Malin, do you know its owner?" Clovis asked with a look of surprise.
So Malin retold the story of its owner and friend.