Blacktail Deer Plateau don't say a word

Eilidh beamed at his praise, thumping her tail happily behind her tiny haunches. Dante leaned down to be closer to her level and asked if she would help him learn to hide. She nodded, trying to look sagely like he did, but failed when her lips parted in a big grin. "I dah teacher." She stood and stepped backward, giving them some room in the classroom. She giggled softly, trying to hide her amusement with a duck of her head, and failed.

Shaking herself out and putting on a pretend air of adulthood, Eilidh began. "Firs', you gotta fin' a good spot. Not big an' not little. Then you wiggle into place and hold reeaaaaaal still." She demonstrated this by going back to her bush with a grin, and wiggled carefully back into her spot. She held real still, wondering if Dante could even see her. (The answer was yes, but there was no harm in humoring a little girl.) After a minute she came out of the shade and smiled. "Now you try."