An incessant chittering was distracting Elle from the calm of the garden on this lovely day, so much so that she got up to do something about it. A small mammal in distress wasn’t something she could ignore, nor would its cries allow her to. The problem was in locating it, she looked around the ground and under bushes, but the source eluded her until the chittering stopped and was exchanged for language. “Ah, Elle, perfect timing,” Mias’ voice called down to her from the tops of a nearby tree. She paused and had to squint to find exactly where he was given the density of thinner branches towards the canopy, but after