Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

It was looking like his courage wasn't quite up for descending into the den with the small things, but Ashlar felt an encouraging nudge from behind. If Gannet wanted him to go in, then maybe he could just a little.  Just for a little while.  Ashlar stepped down with his tail slung low beneath his stomach and crept forward into the space.  He sniffed Aengus experimentally, then looked nervously at Liffey, who likely was more amused than anything else by how terrified he was.  What could they possibly do to him?

Ikle, hido  he babbled, leaning down to look eye to eye at the baby.  Then he giggled, releasing the nervous energy now that he was actually inside.