Moony lazily leaned over, hip resting against the damp wooden boards before he shuffled to sit up. On his knees, he stuffed his bookbag in the corner least exposed from the draft through the doors and windows, having no intention of bringing it along for the trip. After a moment of hesitation, he pocketed the Jaffa cakes, figuring he'd better not leave anything that'd attract badgers or perhaps, bears.<br/>When the crunch of leaves gave away that Sirius was off the ladder, Moony too climbed out of the hut. Once on the forrest floor, Moony hesitated, not sure where to begin.<br/>After a moment, he bent down to pick up the stick he had brought with him, shifting in from one hand to another in an attempt to brush off the debris his knitted glove had picked up with it.<br/>"Which way do you wanna go?" Moony asked, only glancing up at Sirius after the question left his lips. Then, he lifted the stick, pointing it out towards the wilderness. "Back towards town?" then, changing the target, "Uphill?"