Instead of getting pulled along with it, his tiny little hands lose grip of the stick almost immediately. Though that does stop him from simply paying attention to the pup before him, as he hears the rustling of some leafs and branches on the other side of the garden. Instinctively, he holds up a finger to his lips, crouching. No one else should be here tonight. Not even he's supposed to be. So, who->

Curiosity gets the better of him. "Who's there?" He asks, defensively.