Ravenser

Life isn't fair when you're wild. That's something we're all taught from a young age. You run through the trees with nobody telling you where to go, or what to do... It's an idyllic life, if you ignore the constant threat of predation. Wild predators are hard enough to deal with, angry, hungry and everywhere, but the worst preds of all are the play preds, carnivores from the city who come out into the wild, clumsy, brutal, stupid and far better equipped than their wild peers. If you're not fleeing a marten, you're being shot at by Jim from accounts trying to get back to their roots to show their friends they're a mighty wolf and not just a husky looking husky having a midlife crisis at thirty.
So what do you do when you're a squirrel? Scamper through the trees and keep on running in the hope you won't miss a branch and end up in the grasp of something nasty before you get a chance to reproduce so another generation get to live that same panic filled life and be the stress ball of civilisation, while people virtually the same as you live a comfortable life, sleep indoors, protected by rules and regulations purely because they were born a few miles past a border that neither you or they had much say in the creation of. They don't let you move into the city, they claim you're wild, stupid, carry diseases and you're simply too dangerous... It's not exactly fair, is it?

So what do you do? You find ways to adapt, of course. Squirrels are good at that. Ravenser is VERY good at that. He befriended a few city folks and they helped him get a foot in the door through... not technically legal means. City squirrels die all the time, crime is still a thing after all, predators will be predators, no matter where they're born, it was only a matter of time until he found the ID of someone who kind of sort of looked like him, had his friends replace the photo, set him up with a post office box to use as an address and away he went into his new life as a city squirrel with a stupid name.

It took him a while to adapt, but he found his feet, living in a tent on rooftops at night and working as an office courier by day, enjoying being able to walk the streets without being chased, pounced, threatened or shot at, for a squirrel that's pretty much paradise. Most of the time nobody gives him a second glance, they just want the envelope, the box or cardboard tube he's carrying, they don't notice the little mistakes he makes, the his obliviousness to popular culture, they don't even notice the kleptomaniacal tendencies, well, most of the time. He's learned to run fast and not to look back, life in the wild has taught him well.