"Can't say she will, but I'll give her your regards," Dire replied. He faced the direction she went, and with a flick of his tail, he disappeared into the dark, foreboding section of jungle, where the moonlight hardly reached the ground.
A paw came down on Heron's tail. "Well, well, well.... What do you think you're doing?"
Heron flattened his ears. In surprise, he couldn't tell he was speaking; he whipped around to see who was talking to him - as much as he could, at least, with his tail pinned.
Rocket grinned at him. "Well, my son, what are you doing?" she asked, lifting her paw to release his tail. "I hope something not too dangerous."
"Nothing. Just going to hunt again," he lied. Not being a very good liar, he avoided his mother's gaze but kept it firm.
"You're imagination," said Papyrus said, conveniently next to him. But she could see it too. "Unless it is an oasis..."
