She certainly heard high above her the crackling of dry twigs, but nothing more.

The sound he had heard was the snap of a dry twig.

She could hear the breaking of the dry twigs beneath their feet.

He would talk well to her for a time, and then snap like a dry twig.

But there could have been no dry twig in the forest that night.

There was a cracking sound, like stepping on a dry twig.

The old man stood and his joints cracked like dry twigs.

First he heard a crackle of dry twigs behind him.

There was a sound like many small dry twigs being broken.

One thing I like to do is a controlled burn of dry twigs in the woods behind my house.