Grouse Thicket and on the trees' rough husks

At the sound of another's voice, Svalinn froze at attention, alarmed at first until he realized that she was a familiar face. He relaxed instantly, galumphing over so that he might stand and present himself to her with proud, naked interest. His tongue lolled, and he seemed too over-stimulated to care about the fact he didn't know her name either, or that she might be here to return him home.

At her question, he paused, the cogs noticeably turning inside his pea-head as he decided how to answer; a beat later, he seemed to settled on something impish, as indicated by an expression that had suddenly turned very sly. "I dunno," he said instead of answering, and returned with intentional childishness: "what're you doing?"