Hideaway Strath Starfire

Elfie had not expected to see Towhee up and going, when he had been convinced that they had uncovered a wolf barely alive from the rocks. Her weakeness had all to clearly reminded him, what it could mean in terms of life expectancy, therefore he had avoided seeing her as well. He felt he should, but he did not wish to see another person dying. Two were enough for a lifetime. 

But here she was - stiff and bruised and walking funny - but lively. "Hi, Towhee," Elfie greeted her timidly and approached, keeping his tail in a low submissive wag. "What is a spotter?" he asked, glad to be useful, but not too sure, what was required of him.