He shook the thought from his head and started to lay down at the spot he was at before. Looking up at the clouds. "What is this creature that lurks about the path?.." He let out a big sigh. He saw no beast around, it was too quiet. Oliver didn't want to make much of it though.
Vardon had the same thing in mind. He raced through the great hall. A mole coming out of the kitchen stopped him. "Youms zat Beasters zat sarted thems creater jumping out winzdow?" Vardon nodded upset. He know what was coming. He then tread towards the sink in the south end of the kitchen.
Oliver walked back to his spot, took off his shirt to bathe in the sun and looked up at the beautiful blue sky. "Man I wish I had someone to talk to. This place is quiet when everyone is not around." He watched birds go north, bickering about something; he just chuckled. He put his paws behind his head to rest on.