The beginning after the end

A groundhog? Veigar had never seen one of those before. He continued sniffing alongside Áskell as the two of them investigated the hole. He had no clue the best way to deal with this thing... waiting did sound pretty boring but that sounded like a lot of work at the same time. "Maybe we can try to wait. Do we have to be totally quiet? Or can we still talk, you think?" If he had to be perfectly still and silent he might end up falling asleep but if he had company he could talk to, it might be bearable. That sounded like the best idea at least. Casting a longing look at the burrow - at the thought of a potential meal inside - he started to pad over toward the bushes Áskell had gestured toward. "How long do you think it'll take?" He asked yet another question, eyes wide as he gazed at the older boy. Veigar was desperate for guidance in all aspects of his life and he couldn't help but think the older boy would have all the answers, or at least way more than he had.