Dragoncrest Cliffs fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know

Thuringwethil offered up several uses for the peculiar object: they could play with it, chew on it and drag it around. Bat contemplated all of these things even as her blue eyes shifted to watch Kiwi sniffing at it. Both pups jumped slightly when their nomi latched onto a prong, causing the entire piece of driftwood to shift. Bat's over-sized ears twitched at the sound of the commander's teeth scoring the petrified wood, then again when her sister mimicked the adult and began nibbling at it too.

Bat didn't feel particularly like chewing at the moment, though she didn't want to miss out on this cool new plaything. Moving toward a branch suspended an inch or two off the ground, Bat nosed at its smoothness. Then, carefully, she climbed over it, albeit only halfway: front paws on one side, hind feet on the other. The Goufa stood there a moment, ponderously almost, before relaxing her weight so that she was effectively draped over the driftwood like a towel hung out to dry.