Shaking off the last bits of muck before heading through the widened wall opening, cedar wished he hadn't.  The interior was rank with the stink of horse manure and urine. In the foul deposits on the floor, he spotted the recent footprints of who was most certainly Matilda, if Henri's report was accurate.

He traced them deeper into the compound and found his mark. 

She was quite edgy, and rounded on him before scowling and hissing under her breath not to sneak up on her like that. He just dropped his ears a little and frowned at her, but got the hint about staying quiet for the moment, instead just shadowing her discretely.  If there WERE any assholes in here, he would back her up with the little surprises he had sewn all over outside.

In fact, he paused a moment to help grow the root system deeper inside, through the gap in the wall, just to be on the safe side.

So far though, the search had turned up no sign of recent habitation besides their own presence there.