Once he was far enough into the hollow not to land in (much) snow, Wembley let himself fall right to the ground, though not without a sigh of, "I'm okay." He didn't want Gobo to be worried about him.

He crawled over near Gobo, sleep threatening to take him with every bit of motion... But he wasn't going to let it. Because, despite not wanting Gobo to have to worry over him, he was definitely worried about Gobo. He had seen the way he'd stumbled down, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.

Another thing he didn't like? The phrase 'I'll scout out.' He shook his head feebly. "We'll scout out, Gobo."