As Jagger's reverie dissolved he found himself still and cool under the shade provided by a lofty canopy. The occasional raindrop tapped his nose and brow. As the one steadily became a few, Jagger focused on the rustling that lifted him from his daydream seconds earlier. It was moving the leaves around the back of a felled tree. It sounded like something small... something bite-sized.

With his good eye, Jagger looked over at his sister. he wanted to see if she also noticed the sound. When he glanced back, he saw that she was already locked on to the offending brush and was slowly moving toward it without making a peep. Of course, she was already on the move. Geraldina had always been the more attentive of the two.