Be an explorer, not a tourist

As far as the pup could tell he'd somehow managed to stay under the radar, even with his sister's attempts at locating him.  Spooking wasn't off the table yet it seemed, excellent.  Or rather it would have been, but every time Morg found herself distracted with something he too got distracted trying to make sure he didn't feel left out.  

If she chewed a leaf or a stick so did he, if she took a moment to observe the birds overhead then guess what he did?  And then it appeared as if the young fae spotted something from within the water, and so she began making her way towards whatever treasure lied there.  Forget the scare.  Véi wanted to see what she was seeing.  He picked up the pace, no longer worrying about stealth, until eventually he closed the distance enough to prod his kin with his wet nose.