As Darakus made his way down the hollow recesses of the tree and, looking over at the piles of leaves he walked over to one and took a moment to sniff at the base of the makeshift beds. After about a minute he rather blatantly exclaimed "You know this was, or still is, a goblin hideout, right? I can smell them, and by the scent, I'd say they left here..." he sniffed the air, "...three days tops." he looked at the group as if he was sizing up their strengths and weaknesses, then appeared to reach a decision.<br/><br/>"We should have a lookout. the last thing we need is a band of thieving goblins revealing our hiding spot to a hoard of demon warriors." he looked over everyone again, then yawned and lazily getting into a pile of leaves and curling up, said "Whoever wants to go first, Wake me up in two hours and I'll take second shift. After all..." He yawned again, "I have to recharge in order to cast my spells, so I would be of no help to....zzzzz...zzzzz...zzzzz"<br/><br/>Jerakea slipped out of the tree while the others were distracted with his snoring and reverted to his true form. After all, it had been two days and he couldn't afford to wait on a time to come up where he would get another chance to cancel out the three day limit on his shape shifting powers. After resting for the required ten minutes, he decided to shift into a wolf anithrope, which happened to be the form his son knew about. Completely forgetting that his son wasn't alone, he jumped down into the hollow log.<br/><br/>With all eyes now on him, all he could think was "Big Mistake!!!"