The squirrel crouched.
The squirrel jumped.
The squirrel took flight!
The squirrel, with its snow-white fur, looking extraordinarily cute, soared gracefully and shot toward Herbert, who was mid-air.
Whoosh—
???
As the target of the attack, Herbert was feeling a bit bewildered.
Eh?
It wasn't a reflexive reaction to being attacked, but rather because of the species of the creature.
Herbert had contemplated many potential dangers he might encounter during this exploration.
Everything carries risk, and he never lets his guard down.
Some have unrealistic fantasies—they think just observing from afar won't cause any problems.
If that's really your thought process, it's far too naive!
Destiny is the most capricious mistress.
When you feel a bright future is ahead, it cruelly barrels toward the bad.
If you think something won't happen—it most likely will.
Especially in the Misty Mountains, dangers are too commonplace.
