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

Finley winced as her sister-in-law landed with a thud. Niamh looked like she weighed about as much as a handful of leaves, but Fin assumed that fall probably didn't feel too great still. She leaned forward to look over the blonde for injuries, but Niamh was standing and shaking herself already. Damn these youngins falling down and just getting right back up again as though they were made of jelly and not brittle old bones.

Her eyes fell to the branch that was being pushed towards her now as she listened to the latest offer. Finley smirked and gave a chuckle, looking back at her sister. "Thanks, but I've got something else I shake at Elwood to get him to do my bidding," she replied with a devilish grin. "Not bad work, though," she added, looking back up at the tree, which was looking a bit worse for wear, "You may not have gotten the mouse, but you at least showed the tree what's up."