swift finds only that the log is hollow, but nothing else.
the night is noisy up in the trees, the birds obviously trust murrell, and keeop close to the platforms, making sleep hard, and making it involve lots of bird poop.
about 3 in the morning, loske, jak and swift are all awakened by movement. a soft stirring. when they lift their heads they can see murrel, up on his toes, tossing small bits of jerky on top of the hollow log...