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

Elfie did not have to be pointed twice, he dashed off (in his mind he was as quick as Flash, in reality, of course, he managed to waddle as far as to be slightly ahead of his mom), but looked back frequently to acknowledge that he was doing the right thing. Now and then it occured to him to pick up some scents and sniff here and there, but this was, where his tracking skills ended. He relied more on his mom to find the way at the moment.

However, it would be so that he would find that stock-pile first - someone had unearthed it earlier and Elfie tripped and fell face-first right into it. Quite simply because he had chosen the wrong moment to stop and look over his shoulder to see, if Wildfire was still there.