Rope quickly glances around to recall where he is. It was, afterall, his land. He had the area catalogued pretty well. It took about four seconds to remember where he was. Then it came to him.
Rope: Nig, I know where there are rocks. About forty feet that way (points directly past Drake's head and further into the underbrush), I keep a rock sack hanging from a tree shaped like a hand. Let's get moving, but stay low and stay quiet! I can hear it (ooc: what drake hears), too! Follow me!
Rope crawls into the bushes at an alarming speed, but is eerily silent.
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