The diminutive scout chambered a round from the box of hunting ammunition into a cut-down rifle more suited to her size and darted out of the group with a small contingent of fellow squirrel scouts behind her.
"They get excited about fresh food when their winter stockpile starts getting low. You know how it is. We will bring you some if we have good luck on the hunt this time. But we should go and distribute this ammunition to the patrols so that they can stop the humans from getting supplies." The representative told him, then immediately led his people away, leaving only the one small scout hidden under the bush by the door.
"Hey, little witch. How is scout duty going?" Wolfe asked the hidden guard.
