Sun Mote Copse stand against the tide

Taking them in the direction of Falls of the Hinterlands.

Wasn't this fun?

Elfie had hoped that Eljay would not catch up with him, but let's face it - he was still a five month old bloke and his dad was not only a grown up wolf, but had spent a life-time herding and chasing rogue puppy-sharks in the pool. The fact that someone was on his tail was thrilling - now and then - the boy looked over his shoulder to see, how far off his father was. If he was too far, he slowed down a little to let him gain upon, if he was too close, he zig-zagged, bolting here and there.

So carried away was he that he did not notice the river-bend and the rushing sound of water-fall nearby. One giant leap and he was over the edge. There was a splash, a quiet moment, then someone resurfaced and swam hastily to the other bank. Wet to the skin and dripping water, Elfie climbed out and up and settled down on a rock. If you think that he looked repentant for just a single second, you are dead wrong. He was beaming proudly like a kid, who had just crashed his father's favourite motor-bike on his first ride.