"There must be sign to track, look around," HM confers.
I shrug, my idea of tracking is finding a place to roast a marshmallow somewhere the smoke won’t blow in your face, but I try anyways.
And as we are studying the surrounding terrain for any extra sign, we hear something; a rustling noise, of an object falling down through branches and leaves.
And then the object falls out and then there is a holow, "Clonk!" sound.
Both Weenerman and I almost jump and we look around suspiciously.
"What could have that been?" HM WeenerMan asks fully alert, then he decides, "Of course, It must be a ploy by our adversary!"