Lost Creek Hollow You're not integral

It was a squirrel and Sarah did not burden her with small things that could climb trees, unless she was truly desperate. Hunting on the ground was much more exciting. Water - even more. She watched the animal to skip lightly accross the forest floor and then with a swift jump get up on the nearest tree. As she had predicted - waste of time.

"Wander where?" she returned to the earlier subject, not really getting, what was Treason aiming at. It was not like she was planning to leave (though occasionally that thought did enter her mind, but for a creature of habit she was, it was merely entertaining to play with) or had given an impression of it.