Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

A voice startles him from his task rather suddenly, and his heart jumps into his throat for a moment, fur fluffing out as he flinches away from the hole and looks up with wide eyes. Um, no — I mean, yes, His ears lay flat for a moment and he takes a step away from his little project. I was looking for uh... look, it's right there. He gestures to the deepest part of the hole, clearly intending for Midar to come closer to look. Maybe this isn't his best plan, but he's not exactly thinking clearly — so it sounds like a great idea to him. If he can get Midar to look in the hole.