Autumn Moon gave a light sigh, crawling into his sleeping bag and staring up at the soft fabric tent ceiling above him. He heard a loud shout, no doubt from White Feather tossing a fit about his sudden actions. He had to do it, there was no other way he could think with her as well as that bass playing fellow crowding his space. He turned to his side, listening to White Feather shout curses at him in her native tongue, until her voice died down. He couldn't figure out why she was so angry, he wanted to figure why that strange tree affected them the way it did. [colour=#daa520]"I don't get her anymore..."[/colour] [colour=#000000]He suddenly popped up, his head brushing the tip of the tent. [/colour][colour=#daa520]"Oh no, what if those two go near the tree!"[/colour][colour=#000000] Autumn jumped up, his bows falling out of his hair as he did and rushed out of the tent. He didn't know how the tree would affect Tipper or White Feather if they happened to stumble upon it, and he didn't want to find out.[/colour]