Were it not for the fact that Mark had already had a conversation with a fox shape-shifter here earlier in the day, he might have been more upset by hearing the literal chattering of squirrels and understanding them. But as it was, it wasn't that hard for him to assume they were just Metas of their own.

Or maybe a single Meta? Wouldn't that be weird?

If he just focused on his current form he should be fine. Yep. He'd be fine.

"I'm not giving you any treats," Mark advised the squirrels rather directly, turning his gaze on them. "And I'm not taking pictures of whoever Froyo is. Animal photography isn't my thing most of the time, especially not when you look like you're begging."