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

So it turned out that Finley hadn't even spotted the mouse until the hawk had begun hunting, but Niamh had to smile and shake her head. "Everything the light touches, damnit!" She said, raising her voice a little bit so the bird might potentially hear. She shook her head and shrugged. "Joke's on it. We'll just find X and sic him on its ass later." She said. After all, X lived here and probably wouldn't want the competition, unless, of course, that wasn't exactly another dude bird, but it was so hard to tell. All birds basically looked alike- and delicious- to Niamh, save for the one that she could tell was X simply because of his friendliness. 

She glanced at the tree for a moment, and then did a double-take. "Oh, shit," She said, standing up and getting a better look at it even though her shoulder didn't really want to do anything just yet. "I know this tree. I planted a rabbit.....Under that one," She said, gesturing to the next tree over. "You still want somethin' to eat?" She asked, having finally remembered the location of one of her caches.