Heron Lake Plateau how many people have to pretend to die.

Finley couldn't help it this time. She snorted loud with laughter as Niamh took off towards the tree and was nearly falling over with laughter by the time she had managed to actually snag a branch. Fin paused in her mirth to pay attention, her laughter turning to impressed surprise as her sister-in-law actually made some progress this time. She saw the hawk take flight out of the corner of her eye, but she had long ago let that whole thing go. She was more interested in Niamh and.. ah... we'll call it, "getting to know her".

Fin canted her head heavily to the right as she peered up at the female who had latched herself onto a branch and was now dangling overhead. Her brows were lifted high enough to have nearly merged with her ears at that point, the latter of which she perked to listen as the tree's newest and blondest pinecone attempted to speak to her. She pursed her lips and nodded in understanding, tilting her head back to the other side as she considered her companion's predicament.

"Yeah, I'm not totally sure how you get yourself out of that one," Fin replied honestly. It didn't appear that she had many options to her. It was let go and fall back to the ground or bust. And even letting go and falling to the ground seemed to have a high chance of resulting in some busting. Ever helpful, Fin asked, "Whatcha thinkin' you're gonna do?"