Curiosity Doesn't Kill Bears [Egg Hunt] [Closed]

There was a moment of silence between them as the rat soldier contemplated his position, to see whether or not he had any rights -or reasons for that matter- to shelter himself. If there was someone deserving of hearing out his thoughts at some point, it would be Brad. Despite the fact Pipmon hadn't known him for too long, he couldn't say he had ever gotten this close to a Digimon of whom he could assume wasn't going to judge him. Perhaps eventually, but today wasn't going to be the day for it.

"I guess we do. I guess we do." He forced a smile on his muzzle and nimbly dodged the rock fragments raining down upon him after the Rail Crusher attack. A good minute or so was spent on organizing the pebbles into neat stacks, leaving Pipmon with a job well done before he climbed on top of Brad's baseball cap. The whole trip had asked more from him than he had initially realized, and as a good soldier he knew when the time had come to preserve his resources. He held on as they went further down the trail from his companion's dream, and although he couldn't see it for himself he more or less guessed right when they were about to take a turn or drop down from a ledge. This was mostly because they had very few options to go on. The path had been surprisingly straightforward to the point where he was actually getting suspicious, and he would have called it out if it wasn't for the fork waiting for them up ahead. Patiently he waited as Brad fidgeted with the compass, surpressing his underlying doubt about why he had to fall back on the device at a crucial time like this. Seeing as how far they had come already it made no sense to turn back now. Luckily their struggle was shortlived, and he nodded quite satisfied. "We are already in too deep to fall back on rational thinking alone. I am going where you're going."

The Penmons threw glances around the icy caves, they themselves not having entered this deep into the bowels of the cavern system before. Whatever the strangers were looking for must indeed be something of value, for while they were aware of the treasures stored deep down, none of them had actually made any efforts to search for them. They were simple Digimon, and as long as it wasn't edible it was none of their concern. But at least they got a sightseeing tour while they were at it! It kept them occupied for so long that the one leading the group didn't pay attention until it was too late: He had already bumped into the Bearmon before the others could warn him. "Wh-.. whoops.." A quick glance behind him and he knew that he was being abandoned by companions going as fast as their little feet could waddle. "H-hi.. Please don't hurt me.." The Penmon was sweating bullets, his feet nervously dragging through the snow as if he was wondering if he would be fast enough to make a break for it. Given that his kinsmen were only a stone's throw away by now told him that the odds were against him.