Hideaway Strath Starfire

Watching Elfie ascend turned out to be even more stressful than Towhee had anticipated. She licked her lips nervously, eyes trained on his back, refusing to allow anything to ruffle her focus. Any time Elfie made a misstep or paused or anything, her entire body went rigid with stress.

And then nature threw a wrench into the whole situation. A frigidly cold drop of rain splattered on the bridge of Towhee's muzzle. She'd barely blinked when she shouted, "Elfie! Get down from there, now!" The going was already much too treacherous and the rain would only make it a death trap for the youngster.