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He snuffled along, glancing up every now and again, and swivelling his ears about to see if he could hear the scratching of little nails against bark, or the chattering of a squirrel who'd spotted them, but heard and saw nothing yet. He knew that as soon as they did find a treed squirrel, they'd likely get scolded- but it was still great fun circling and barking right back at them. 

"Me? Nah," Bronco answered, with a bit of a sheepish chuckle. "I'm not really built for speed, I guess," He said. And while he could catch small prey like rabbits and weasels, he found squirrels more difficult because they liked to stay close to trees, where they could easily get out of reach. "Have y-" He began to ask the same question in return when Charles indicated a direction, and with renewed interest, he began to trot after Charles, scanning the area for any sign they might find one.