Hideaway Strath amber alert

Assuming he's met the fam behind-the-scenes. Open to anyone!

The 'strath was an intricate place he knew next-to-nothing about, besides the fact that a little family had set up shop within it. It seemed like a decent place to call home; there were enough twists and turns in the forest to confuse even the most skilled of alpine rangers, and the sprawling forest seemed to go on for miles. Being surrounded by mountains was a plus too; less entry and egress points. Why was he looking at this in a tactical manner? Because he couldn't help it — Dingo liked to know the lay of the land for just those moments where he's caught hip-to-hip with someone's wife, or daughter, or, whatever, y'know?

Anyways.

At the moment he was following a random animal trail, hoping to at least get a glimpse of the elusive deer herd that frequented the hideaway. Before long they'd become alerted to the presence of wolves and move on, but hopefully Dingo would find some trace of them (beyond mere graze lines, or the narrow paths they made as they moved single-file through the trees). So far, nada. He'd expected the forest to be a little bit more forthcoming but what the hell, he wasn't a hunter — at least not of anything he'd willingly share.

He came to the end of one trail and under his breath he blurted, Shit! Which was loud enough to startle the surrounding trees in to silence; the birds didn't like the expletive, apparently. The trail terminated against a stone surface he couldn't climb, which meant he'd wasted a couple of hours - and a couple hundred calories - going absolutely nowhere.