[She'll have to be quick if she wants to stop the little furry thing from leaping at that pole of hers and scampering up to perch on the top of it. If she doesn't manage to knock him aside beforehand, she'll find herself face to face (or rather, muzzle to muzzle?) with a small, furry creature with pointed ears and a ringed tail. She's seen raccoons in Ascalon, right? Of course she has.

This one happens to be wearing clothes and have what looks like a collapsible rifle strapped to his back, though.]

And here I was afraid there wouldn't be any good perches around here.

[He grins at her, clinging to the top of her makeshift staff, perhaps daring her to try and shake him off.]