I don’t have my ducks in a row. I have squirrels and they’re everywhere [PO]

Dagrún's ears flattened on top of her head, couldn't those pesky creatures do their arguing elsewhere? They were disturbing the peace and quiet and she half wondered if it would be worth the effort to try and catch one of them. She'd probably have a time of it by herself but she knew Sperla, her kestrel, could make quick work of a squirrel. Dag was just about to call for her companion when a young voice caught her attention and she turned to see one of Ethne's young pups. She knew of Bellamy's litter but had yet to formally meet any of the young one's. "Hey there, twerp. Yea, my name is Dagrún, one of Ethne's warriors. What's your name?"

As for his question about the squirrels she glanced up in the tree and scowled. "I sure hope so, but if they don't cut it out soon I'm calling my kestrel to end one of them." Or at the very least scare them, but her kestrel needed to eat just as much as any other creature in the forest.