Larus wasn't usually so focused. The smell had him captivated - mostly because it was very similar to a scent he had breathed before. He had no idea that their old den had been lined with the fur of many foxes. The boy nosed around the base of the tree. He carefully inspected the bark (without touching it of course) and even poked his nose inside the gaping hole that looked so ominous.
As he did so, there was a thundering noise from behind him. It was enough to spook the boy out from his investigative prowling, and in the process of withdrawing his face he bonked his head on part of the rotten tunnel. Yeeoww!
Larus cringed and stumbled in reverse, feeling the dull pain of his konked noggin and wanting to make a fuss of it - but there was no time.
Jokull was awake, oh dear god.
Awake and raring to go, apparently. Her body came in to contact with him in the next second, shoving him abruptly in to the dirt. Larus had no time to prepare for the onslaught of his sister's attention, and so his limbs buckled and he collapsed without resistance. Aah! Noo!
Oh how the mighty doth protest.