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He grinned wolfishly when Charles described his quarry which naturally interested him. What canine didn't love to chase, corner, and then get nattered at by a 'fluffy tail tree rat' as Charles put it? "I'm in," He said, with a nod, and started to zigzag this way and that through the dry, crinkling and yellowing grass, through the fallen leaves, sniffing here and there for a scent trail. But the thing with squirrels was that they only really came down to the ground when it was absolutely necessary- which meant that as much as he tracked along the ground to try and find a scent, it was always just as likely he'd actually spot one in a tree first.