Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

When she halted, he sensed a spike in her anxiety levels- something that made the fur along the back of his neck bristle. He gazed past her into the den, as though expecting to hear a growl from within, even though he'd been in there only moments ago, and knew that there was no actual danger there. She whirled around and indicated swiftly that she wanted to leave- so he nodded. "Yup," Came his instantaneous response, and he felt guilty for having brought her to the den if it made her feel so dreadful. He had no idea why she felt that way, of course- but he wasn't interested in prolonging her suffering. "Just-" He peeped meekly, and with quick pawsteps he snuck into the den, snatched the coconut shell, and then exited. 

"Le's go," He said, over the shell, and carefully picked his way down the incline toward the bank, before glancing over his shoulder. He could explain about the shell later- but she'd made it distinctly clear that she wanted to get away from the den, and if that was what she wanted, he could do that in a heartbeat.