Will collared Flora and grabbed a handful of treats and her bone, and rushed her off into the office so she could have a quiet much on that, and hopefully wouldn't start whining for attention once she realised she'd been shut away. Once that was done and the office door locked, he slipped out the back and ran softly through the garden, every nighttime dash back in the Forest coming back to him, making him tread carefully and wisely, never to snap a twig or flick a branch. With the momentum, he vaulted up onto the lower porch roof of the church and then grabbed a window sill and shimmied his way up onto the roof proper. From there he had a clear view of the Parsonage yard as well as in through the kitchen window, and he could crouch in the shadow of the steeple and softly nock an arrow, waiting motionless for the daimona's arrival. Not a fucking chance was she going to lay one fucking hand on Tuck's good self.