Qeya River Marble rye

"Nothing else for me to do - plus the hide could be useful." He grunted, front paws lifting to be placed on the tree. He stared up at the raccoon, just the look of it nearly making his stomach growl.

He questioned if the other may answer his questions - fill in the gaps for him. Kekoa had heard the events alluded to many times, yet did not know what had happened. "What did happen though? Nobody will give me a straight answer."

Grunting, he pushed the tree - watching the creature clinging for dear life as it shook ever so slightly.