Sun Mote Copse To the priest with his broken arrows

Bronco marched off in the direction that he'd been guided to go, with Avery in tow, but unfortunately, Wraen had chosen to go along with them as well. Every now and again, he'd cast a look behind him to make sure Avery was still following- and to give Wraen a somewhat sour side-eye. He hadn't invited her along with him, nor did he want to hear or abide by any of the sugestions she offered, as reasonable as they did seem. He wasn't willing to tolerate it- she sounded just like his mother, yammering on about how to do things- when he simply wanted to try things his way. 

He dropped his magpie once they'd reached the water's edge, but gave Wraen one more look, as though to warn her to leave it alone, before he moved to pad along the water where the earth was soft and wet, making his toes spread, leaving behind pawprints much larger than his actual feet. He sniffed around, ignoring the spot that Wraen had indicated, but he was able to follow his nose and his curiosity toward an area where the long, reedy grasses had been flattened in a trail leading from the water's edge and up to a hole in the bank. There really wasn't much to smell- the mud was so wet, and the grasses so fresh and pungent, but he could see the tracks from their feet leading to and from the water. There were a bunch of holes in the bank, which disappointed Bronco. What were they supposed to do? Dig one out? 

He growled softly, and left the possibility of teamwork by the wayside as Avery issued a challenge. "You're on." He said softly, and charged up the slippery, muddy bank to the first hole he could find, and with a high-pitched bark, as though to frighten its inhabitant further (if there even was anything at home inside the hole) he began to dig, sending sprays of mud and sand out behind him.