It was the rustling that caught Littlelamb's attention just as he was about to pounce. Sadly, it also caught the rabbit's attention, and it fled. Just as the small tom was about to chase after it, a mouse scampered across his paw, and he reeled back with an almost silent scream. Almost. A sound of surprise still escaped him, much to his embarrassment. By the time he recovered his senses, both mouse and rabbit were long gone. "Startled by a mouse," he muttered to himself, turning around in the direction the mouse had come from. Of course he would be jumpy, he had spent moons trying to avoid traps set by his father. But he was gone, so there was no excuse anymore for a mouse to scare him so.

Still mumbling to himself, he came upon Gentleblossom, who almost seemed to look as embarrassed as he felt. Quickly, he cleared his throat, suddenly remembering his scream from earlier. If she was this close by, does that mean that she had heard it? "Uh, I, um," he stumbled, unsure of what to even do in this situation. Had she seen him get startled by a mouse? Did she know?

All that escaped Littlelamb's throat when he opened his mouth to reply was a "uhhhh", and so he cleared his throat yet again, and held his head a little higher. "Something had just startled me, that's all," he finally said. "I mean, no, of course everything is fine. Why would you think otherwise? Did something happen?" Was he being too obvious? He was being too obvious, wasn't he? He should change the subject. "You looked a bit embarrassed when I stumbled over here. Was that mouse supposed to be your prey?" Wait, maybe that was too much. Now she knew he saw the mouse. She wouldn't be able to figure everything out from that, would she? No, no, she couldn't.