"You mean you didn't want your hair to look like this?"
Thor knew who Clint was, but hadn't heard that nickname used before. He gave a nod to show he understood, and glanced at the Varric's crossbow. Made sense... both Varric and Clint used bows... of course they'd be pals. Right?
Varric's less than enthusiastic comment about his idea was a disappointment, but Thor again nodded and turned to the trees, deciding on a direction to take and leading the way. Naturally he would lead... but he wasn't sure what to do next. Should they be looking for squirrels? Or maybe setting some down and hiding to wait for squirrels to come?
Once deep inside a wooded area, they came across a small clearing and Thor stopped short, flinging his hand back to prevent Varric from stepping any further. "Look!" Thor said in a loud whisper that meant to be more silent. There, at the base of a young oak, was one of the squirrels.
Attempting to put on a friendly, sincere face, he crouched down. The squirrel, seeing them, became alert, but didn't run yet... it saw Thor's hand was stretched out... and that Thor was tossing something on the ground a little ways from him. It smelled like... food! The squirrel hesitated, but then cautiously inched forward to investigate.