a somewhat sweet scent fills the air in the woods as you walk around at night. you find it strange, since there's usually a musky sort of scent, with all those pesky rats around. you glance left and right, then finally look up, and spot a soft-looking moonrat in a tree, holding a kiwi, chomping away at it. you smile at the cutie rat. it seems to love fruit. you decide to name it "fig".
[throw a rock at it]
[offer more fruit to the moonrat]
[take a picture, it'll last longer]
Fig belongs to oof.