Moony turned on the last step, seating himself on the ledge before the weight of the bag threatened to topple him backwards at the attempt of standing at the last steps. With a thud, the thermos in his bag rested against the wooden boards, Moony finally turning to look at Sirius with a smile.<br/>"I got the good one's, too," Moony grinned, pushing the knitted hat another inch up his forehead, widening his field of vision.<br/>Taking opportunity of the seat, he turned to undo the buckles of the bag.<br/>"What's the situation report? Any signs of intruders?" he said, earnestly and childishly protective of their hut. Deer hunting season had begun a month ago - Moony had checked with his mother years ago and memorized its span - and even though they had ever to see anybody else there, it was always a worry in the back of Moony's mind.<br/>Offering Sirius the packet of Jaffa cakes, Moony scooted properly inside the hut, remaining seated and out of view for the time being. Then, they would no doubt scour the perimeter for any signs of hunters; even if Ma had assured him that almost the entirety of the woods were included in Sirius' parents' estate. Moony never felt entirely convinced. "I came from over the at the creek and I didn't see anything."