Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

Something inside began to move towards him.  Ashlar did not know what it was, but it moved awkwardly and let out small squeaks.  He felt a flutter of anxious butterflies beat against the inside of his chest and backpedalled a step or two away.  

He was young enough that when curiosity and caution warred within him, generally curiosity won.  In spite of the fear he felt facing the unknown somethings in the dark, he began to edge forward again.  This time he yipped softly.  He was invited in (assuming) but wasn't sure he was quite ready to go yet.