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She expects the question to follow and before she answers, he barks again. Briefly, she closes her eyes and takes a moment to gather herself before she steps close and lowers her nose to touch the top of his head. “You won’t be able to. It knows you’re down here. No amount of waiting will bring it down, even in silence,” she says, looking back up. The redwoods are separated relatively even from one another but it won’t stop a squirrel. “They can jump from one tree to another, if close enough… and it’s probably trying to figure that out. Your best bet is to find something else.” Thuringwethil licks her lips then, certain he won’t really like the answer but there is not an alternative to give him. “Let’s go,” she then tells him, turning her large form back in the direction she’d originally been going.