Feeling a little brave, though a bit more anxious, you approach one of the bigger trees. It's a rather rough one, and your tiny raccoon feet have no trouble digging into the bark. From there, you just—reach up, wrap around the tree, find another foothold, reach up, and keep going. Easier than expected, especially for you. On the way up, you even peer into a little hole in the tree, finding a big nest of dead grass, though no birds. They must all be out.
Soon, you're at the first branch that looks sturdy enough to support you, and you shuffle onto it and relax a little. More fun than you thought it'd be—and what a good view up here, too. Can see half the forest from up here, and past the clearing, there looks to be a long stretch of beach and a shimmering lake just past it. (Must be why they call it Apricot Bay.)