Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Oliver continued to approach the rustling branches. He suspected Holly may be hiding in there, waiting to ambush him. Wouldn't she be surprised if he found her first? The thought made him grin.

Once he was in range, Oliver pounced. He stuck his head into the brush, hoping to catch Holly off guard. "AH HAH!" He yelled triumphantly. But there was no wolf. Oliver had surprised a squirrel who had been foraging for food in the undergrowth. The rodent streaked up the nearest tree trunk, chattering harshly at the wolf as if hurling insults at him. Oliver frowned, disappointed.

It was then he heard Holly approaching from behind. He started to turn around to face her, but she was too fast.

"Ooof!"

The force of her body slamming into him knocked the wind out of him. His legs turned to noodles and gave out, sending him crashing into the ground on his side. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, looking up into her proudly grinning face. "What have I gotten myself into?" he asked himself.

"Lesson number one... Always watch your back!"

So this was a test? Oliver covered his face with his paws, his pride slightly wounded. "Point taken," he said.