Koda nodded at Max, agreeing with his statement.
"you're right." he whispered, lowering his rifle to the ground. After setting it on the ground, he stood up straight. Koda was a tall, lean, squirrel, about 19 years of age. His blonde hair was pulled back neatly into a ponytail, but that was the only thing really neat about him. His fur was matted, and he had dark circles under his eyes from all the sleepless nights he spent here. His clothes were torn, with spots of his own blood on them. He forced a smile and heldout a paw to max. "my name is koda"