The big grey wolf lay on the river bank, his nose between his paws. He didn't move as the moon rose above the gum trees casting shadows of twisted branches and sickle-shaped leaves across the ground. He lay there bathed in moonlight, listening to the cricket song, the rustle of small animals in the leaf litter and the faint murmuring of the river.

A tiny splash in the water caused him to twitch an ear but no more. He was waiting quietly when Tirra Lirra rose out of the water and walked across to him. She stood dripping beside him as he continued to lie there looking into the middle distance. Chuckling softly, she knelt down and stroked his thick silvery fur, breathed in his ear to make it flick and kissed him on the snout.

At this, the big dog stood and shook himself, stiff legged and head down. As his fur rippled, the image blurred and shivered. After a few moments Tirra Lirra was looking into the grey-green eyes of Andre.