Sleepy Fox Hollow From outside of time

"ninety seven.. ninety EIGHT.. NINETY NINE...

ONE HUNDRED!! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!!

" Stag bellowed, lurching to his feet and setting on Elfie's course immediately. He hadn't covered his ears, so he had heard the clatter as Elfie struggled with what to do - and he was cheating a bit now, because Elfie's prints were clear in the snow.

He didn't even have to use his nose!

Stag grinned to himself, pleased as punch. This was gonna be easy.

That grin fell from his face as he came around the corner and saw Elfie, about thirty meters from him, tumbling down the slope. He watched horrified as the boy finally stopped -- but the stick kept going.

Stag didn't care much for the stick anymore. He slid carefully down the scree, making his way with caution as pebbles and snow shifted underneath him. "Are... you okay?" He ventured, hovering over Elfie with a concerned look on his face. This was not how hide and go stick/seek was supposed to go.