Chapter Fifteen
CedarJakob picked his way along the talus slope at the bottom of the cliff, hunting for crabs to cook for supper. The sun had sunk below the level of the horizon, but the sky still shone clear and bright, reducing the rocks and trees in the distance to black silhouettes. Jakob followed as Jolly, Wink and Bridie scampered ahead, barking at the gulls that gathered in the mouth of a small freshet. They rose into the air, shrieking irritably, and circled around their resting place.
Jolly stopped to sniff at the base of the oldest tree on the island, an ancient weathered cedar that had somehow survived in the harsh climate of Asaruthe for years uncounted. Jakob gave a careless whistle. Jolly shot in the other direction, heading towards his old home — Ruthecombe. Cursing, Jakob
