Just as the agouti wolf had thought his curious Ismena was swift to accept the offered leaf clamped between his teeth, repeating the proper name of the formally known green aerial enemy according to Lunette before both their lines of sight followed that of Vesper's to catch a glimpse at the vibrant canopy above. Where the ambitious mousey colored girl was now intent on securing said tree for herself with the help of her papa of course by offering a nudge of encouragement or impatience (he couldn't quite tell, but it was amusing all the same) and a command to take, her litter mate had chosen to remain rooted under the shelter of their father's frame. Voicing her worries and hopes that her adventurous sister would see reason and join her where it was safe from the falling leaves.
Another amused chuckle rumbled the male's chest, head craning downward to catch a glimpse at the shivering child tucked between his forelimbs eying the entrance to their birthing den that marked another secure hideout from the falling vegetation should his frame prove inadequate. Oh what polar opposites his youngest girls were. "Come on out from under there, @Lunette . It's alright." His voice soft and crooning in an attempt to ease away the fears visible behind those saucer pan sized eyes before shifting his attention to his other daughter. Chuckling at her attempts to shove him toward the nearest tree with all her mighty puppy strength, an idea soon striking the agouti man.
"Timberrr!" He called in a booming voice as he mocked the notion @Ismena had actually been strong enough to topple over her sire. Careful not to crush the cowering child beneath him, a beige side flopped onto the ground with a chuckle escaping his lips while letting his head rest easy on the ground, gaze cast toward his daughters to gauge their reaction. Normally whenever he dared to lay in their presence it never failed that one if not both of them decided he needed a good wrestling match. Perhaps he could entice them to do so now, allowing them; or at least Lunette, to forget about the scary things around them. Play time was very good at that.