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

Niamh's ears flicked forward at Finley's suggestion that she could more or less charm Elwood into doing what she wanted. It wasn't exactly the sort of tactic Niamh would've assumed that Finley would use- but she hadn't exactly seen that side of Finley, and had simply fallen into the assumption that Finley just yelled whenever she wanted or didn't want something. She chuckled and nodded, taking Finley's confession as advice of sorts. She could probably do the same trick with Colt....But then again, he was much more stubborn and proud than Elwood and would probably laugh at her first before doing her bidding. "Maybe I'll take it back with me, to keep Colt in check then," She joked, gesturing vaguely toward the stick.

Niamh glanced up at the tree and shrugged. "Yeh. Doesn't exactly put food in front of you though," She said. "Not that a mouse would really fill a belly anyway. Had you already caught it, or did it like swoop down before you could catch it?" She asked, more interested in hearing exactly why Finley thought that that was her mouse to begin with.