A small, tiny piebald charges at you, and begins biting your ankles. You shake the thing off, and a larger, intimidating female piebald yanks the cub up from its place in front of you. “Sorry about my sister.” She says through a full mouth. “Let’s start over.” She trots away, and you can see she practically throws the little cub into the distance. She turns around, and nods to you. “Hello. You need anything?” She gestures at the pile of stuff on the ground.