Moonspear Work hard and be nice.

The sight of Meerkat using her paws to help jog her brain and do a bit of word-searching made him smile. He stretched as she pattered her feet on the ground, making a surprised face for a moment as his feet slipped on the wet rocks along the stream's edge, before he pulled himself back up again. Intimidating was a good way to describe it; part of him wondered if they might be able to catch some fish in the stream, but not when it roared like this. He shook his head in response to her question about Heron Lake Plateau, though the name of the place caused his ear to twitch. The pack had lived there at one point, had they not? That was likely why Meerkat knew about it. 

Seeing the stream like this was definitely impressive, so he nodded. He wasn't sure what the whelmies were, but assumed it meant she felt a bit overwhelmed or awe-struck. "-Samesies,-" He replied, giving the flooded stream an appreciative, yet cautious look. His mind's eye, though, was a worrisome thing- and pictured the sight of his little sister falling in...And in an instant, he remembered the sight of the wave of water that'd rushed the shores of the copse and had engulfed Sugar Glider. Water was beautiful, but it was powerful. So when Meerkat volunteered the idea of finding a den, he nodded, and gently touched his nose to her shoulder- to herd her away from the stream. This place...It wasn't safe. 

"-Sure, there's gotta be lots of caves and things like that on this mountain. Where've you been exploring most?-" He asked, figuring that she might have a better idea of the internal territories, and where they might go to find a den.