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After having lost the tracks for a fox twice, Niamh eventually gave up the task of tracking it, and decided to perhaps pursue that adventure later. Foxes were intelligent things, and while she didn't like to think so, the damn thing had definitely gotten the better of her. It had caught wind of her, and had performed every trick in the book to avoid her- doubling back in its track and leaping off its previous path, going through water, and jumping up off the ground and into the lower limbs of a tree. Niamh had been fooled. 

But she was surprised to see that the fox wasn't the only one who'd been using a tree to its advantage- but perhaps it had done so better than poor Lucca had. While there was a willow tree with long, wide branches that stemmed out horizontally from its trunk on the Roost that Niamh liked to climb, this one...well, it didn't look nearly as easy, and Lucca was caught just below his ribcage by a branch that was thick enough to hold him, and high enough that he didn't look like he was able to un-dangle himself. 

She had to stifle her laughter as she approached him, but it showed in her eyes. "Oh buddy," She said, trying to sound empathetic, but in the end, she let out a small chuckle. "What've you done to yourself?"