A trainer's story [34]
Life had never been easy for the water weasel, and so far, he'd pretty much spent it along, but it wasn't entirely the case.
Measures And Balances
Now more than a foot taller than the weasel its shape had more in common with an eagle or hawk. it's chest spread twice as wide as its abdomen but feathers hid its true power.
Chapter 5: You 'Oughter Date an Otter~
"a weasel like me, i look out fo' my friends n' customers. it's good karma, good business."
Streets of His City | Chapter 4
Serendipity struck when he turned the corner and saw saaron, jarris and a lithe, shifty-looking weasel standing just outside of one of the buildings.
The Legend of Atemis Chapter 3
He also noticed the weasel, nina, had come down to collect the daily profits. she looked at the wolf and smiled. "hello again, atemis. you seem to be doing well. how'd your first day go?" "i think it went well.
Broken Pieces. Epilogue Two: Logan.
“weasel meat doesn’t sell for much,” sloan said, and the man tried to run for it. the weasel made it to the door before getting knocked back into the room. lorelai walked in, closing the door behind her.
Jewel: Chapter One
And with that, the weasel- who was little more than an adolescent- skittered from the throne room, and was gone.
Burdens - Chapter 124: Gentle
"well, deary," the weasel began. his pose showed that he was beginning to get a little embarrassed. "i suppose if you want a wash we can do that.
Patricia's Potion Shop: 2nd Customer (Anthro Lizard TF/TG)
After a little while, the weasel came back with a simple plastic cup with the potion inside. "there ya are." she said handing it to chris. "the fast you drink it the faster the transformation is.
Bomb and Claw: Harboring an Explosive Thief
I got some weasel bastards piss bombs in my eyes."
One of a Kind
============= "you," said trent angrily in his natural language, glaring at the black weasel before him. "what do you want?" bastilla crept closer, a fang showing through her almost devious grin. "isn't it obvious?
Welcome to Heat Street: C10 - Scent Trace
The female standing across the shelf curve was a weasel-type, or close enough—slim frame, rich brown fur with a paler streak down her throat, eyes sharp without being unfriendly. her posture was relaxed, but not idle. like she was waiting.