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

Fin gave a nod of agreement at Niamh's idea to take the stick and use it to keep her brother in line. Colt had always been her best friend and favorite travel companion, so she knew perfectly well what was required to put her brother in his place. His skull was too thick for words to do anything to move him, but a good ass kicking usually did the trick.

She followed Niamh's gaze up towards the tree, then looked off in the direction the hawk had flown. "Uhhh... The latter," she admitted, "And I may have only seen the mouse because the hawk was already diving towards it. But it was in our territory, so that damn bird should know I called dibs, on like, everything." Seriously tho.