The girls made a wise decision going in to the cellar to talk. It was just out of Jolta's hearing range, though he considered following them...<br/>As the girl's came back up he slid under the table, out of view, and Athren scooted in, taking the hint that Jolt wanted him to pretend that he was still on his lap.<br/><br/>Jolta waited until the older girl had gone out, leaving her sister to tend to the food as Athren reclined at the table...which gave him the opportunity to run down the cellar stairs and vanish below.<br/>His ears instantly perked up, along with his sense of smell and inquiry. A small bracelet on his left from paw started to make a humming sound, vibrating slightly against his wrist. It was a warning, but it was a very vague device...it helped humans more then gods, for it was taken from a shaman he'd killed several years ago.<br/><br/>The boy's eyes wandered over several things, most seeming normal. He noted the whip and the large sac of straw, but perhaps that was just for sleeping, the whip, he could tell, was for the animal scents he smelled in the room...though they have long since been here.<br/><br/>The little fox's tail tip twitched with interest as he walked around, not really minding that he was trespassing, he was a god.