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Not soon after the squirrel disappears does a bumbling and loud puppy come barking up the tree. She shakes her head a little and stands still, letting him work through trying to get the creature down, before eventually she feels a little embarrassment for him. Thuringwethil takes a deep breath before she barks, once, in an attempt to draw his attention away from his lost prey. “That is not the way to lure it back down,” she says after a moment, taking a step closer to round the tree. Her nose points upward as if she’s able to see the squirrel, targeting it as sharpshooter. After a beat, her attention drops back to her son.