Whitefish River And you know you're never sure, but you're sure you could be right

The question made his freckled face scrunch up in confusion, paired with a tilt of his head. Uh hu, Acheron answered after a few seconds of staring up at the giant still wearing a perplexed expression. Why wouldn't he be okay? He had almost climbed. He stood up, stumbling to the side a bit despite his assurance that he was okay and then scrambled back to the base of the tree. He peered up to the branches, dark blue eyes scanning the spot where the creature had been before scanning all the adjacent spots. But he found nothing. He sat back, his expression shifting to frustration as he looked back to the Count. Where is it? he asked, pouting pretty dramatically. He really wanted that toy.