Down the rabbit hole

“I suppoooooose” Motif said, somewhat reluctant to hop down from her new favourite vantage point. She never wanted to leave her friends side. After a moment, and a sigh, she would wiggle her butt and jump down from her friends back, landing on the grass and squishing the tall reeds, before pushing through and standing in front of the stream.

She hadn’t been to this part of the stream before, she had just known that it looped into the thicket, and here it was! She was pleased to be right, and moved closer to the water, sticking a paw into the cool liquid. “Okay” she said, turning abruptly around to face Canni. “Listen close” she advised her friend.

“We need to find the best looking rocks, and one of us tips them over, the other gets ready to pounce. A lot of the time there's nothing, but sometimes, there's a salamander!” she explained her carefully wrought plan to the lioness.