you tore down our tree so now we will tear you down!!

Shinrei rolls his eyes at his brother's reply -- dawdling? Really? He was moving and exploring, that was the furthest thing from it. No matter, they pressed onwards; the pale boy reaching the trickling riverbank as mud squelched around his paws. His own weight became a bit of a burden at this point, the water no longer a buffer for the thick swells of clay and mud all mixed together.

They reach a pile of wood that appears meticulously put together, intricately placed pieces of lumber stacked in ways that make shinrei tilt his head at the sheer ingenuity of it. Clearly, whatever it was, it was built, not honed by the elements. The musky scent is pungent at this point, heavy in the air as Shinrei wrinkles his nose in confusion. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a brown furry creature creeping from the woodpile, watching them as much as they are watching it. Jiro asked him what he thought it was and well..he didn't know.

The creature stares at them, slapping its strangely flat, leathery tail upon the puddles of water surrounding its home.

"I dunno, but clearly it's displeased."