Emberwood to what end

He thought he'd found a nest of some kind. Something small had burrowed in to the debris and made a path, a bee-line for some crushed bushes. The trees beyond that narrow route looked to be carved up, with the bark peeling in some places or absent entirely in others. He didn't recognize the marks - but the boy was young, and would probably lose his mind if he encountered the stag which rubbed so vehemently upon the elm - and so he bypassed them entirely, seeking the mouse which he suspected was the maker of the nest in the first place. He was trailing this when a foreign scent caught in his senses, and with a brief look around, Micco launched himself up in to the reaching arms of a nearby tree; whatever he could smell, it was close. Or it had passed through this way very recently. Perhaps it was food?