"Proud, I think we're lost," Thoushalt said for what seemed like the fifteenth time in the same amount of minutes. The buck and his eaglehound had been wandering in search of a pond they had found the other day that was full of sweet-tasting water lily blossoms, but their search seemed to be proving futile. "I swear we've passed that big rock there at least five times," Thou continued, eyeing the large, moss-covered stone warily. He hated being lost.
Proudmouth snuffled and rolled her eyes, padding over to where Thoushalt was standing, examining the rather strange-looking boulder. She bent down and sniffed it once, her nose twitching. "Funny smelling rock," was the short-spoken hound's only comment as she sat down on her haunches in front of the thing, still sniffing. "Not sure it's a rock at all."
Thoushalt started a little and looked down at Proudmouth, eyebrow raised. "What do you mean, not a rock?" he asked her incredulously, looking at the thing covered with moss and sticks and branches. "What else could it be?"
