Rog looped Chomp and Rabble through the packs on Rog’s bag.

“Here Rog goes!” Rog whispered this. Rog doesn’t want unwanted attention.

Rog crept out as far as Rog could creep until the branch started bowing. The next tree’s branch was just close enough for Rog to swing to the next one. It’s gonna be a slow trip.