Hideaway Strath Starfire

There was no getting better of Towhee. Elfie accepted his defeat and followed her obediently, looking around for any adult figure that might dissuade the leader from pursuing the suicidal mission. No one came to rescue, so the boy sat down and watched his aunt walk along the wall of rocks and other debris, thinking about her next move. The nephew on the other hand, let his gaze travel all the way up to the top of the pile, wondering, how far would Towhee get, before falling to her certain death. 

But, when she addressed him next, there was a complete change in her demeanor. Was she afraid? Elfie tilted his head to the side, listening to, what she told him and searching for signs that might explain her change of heart. "Alright," he nodded, not the least bit afraid, though the probability of breaking his neck was just as high as it was for his aunt. "How does the spotting work exactly?" he wanted to clarify.