Hideaway Strath Starfire

Towhee could only watch with concern and incredulity as Elfie flung himself down the sheer rock wall like a sack of russet potatoes. She gasped aloud, darting to the patch of ground directly beneath him, not really sure what she planned to do—catch him?

She had miscalculated her nephew's trajectory. He landed, catlike, a few meters beyond her position. Towhee winced, certain all of his legs must have broken, not to mention the rest of his body. Heart thudding in tempo with the increasing rainfall, she went to him, crouching, breathing hard as she muttered his name.