Sun Mote Copse But when your load gets heavy, maybe call it a night

Wildfire might have been all careful and nonchalant about disappearing from the densite, but the new detective-to-be Elwood Jr. Jr. Holmes' keen perception was not to be tricked. He had watched her walk away, while letting his sister chew on his ears, and then - under pretence that he had a very urgent business in the bushes - he went after his mom. Her having longer legs than him by the time the boy began his chase she was out of sight already, but Elfie did not let this obstacle deter him.

Nose to the ground he charged forward, ploughed through the tall grass and thick underbush like a miniature tank. Fully focused at the task at hand he ignored the frequent bumping into something or being slapped across the face by a nasty branch, he did not yelp, when he tripped over his feet few times. Soon the scent corridor grew more intense, warm and fresh and finally his nose hit very familiary hind-quarters. Here he stopped, craned his head back and looked up at the place, where he expected to find the head (don't judge him - being small and silly, not only he could not tell left from right, he also had difficulties recognizing hind feet from the front). 

There wasn't any. Elfie frowned and barked at the "nothing" accusingly.