Cuan had held his breath when the pounding stopped and something large tapped on his log, something large that was clearly the horse. He had quietly tried to move towards the other end of the log, fearing that the hoof would come crashing through the log any minute and either smash him or expose him. He had not expected that Eric would simply<span style="font-style: italic">take</span>the log, however and yelped rather audibly when he did so, quickly scrambling towards one end of the log. He stopped when he realized he was somewhere in the neighborhood of 18 feet in the air and the fall would likely sprain if not break his ankles if he didn't land right and even if he landed right his chances of getting away with so little of a head start were not very big. He'd hardly gotten so far away when with a head start.<br/><br/>Instead, Cuan gulped nervously and waited.