Trish sits quietly in the branches of the massive Oak tree, trying to listen for any sign that Milo may be getting close.<br/>"He's either VERY good at sneaking or he's gone after the other..." Trish whispers to herself. A breeze starts to kick up, blowing towards the direction she last heard Milo. Suddenly Trish starts to hear the faint sound of footsteps. Looking over the edge of a leaf, she sees nothing, but knows Milo is on his way...