Come on slow-coach

I don’t think the Silverback understands the importance of keeping the pack tightly together. He’s forever dropping back, taking photos and generally ‘staring into space with his head in the clouds’. (Superbly mixed metaphors there- shaken not stirred)

But seriously what if we were attacked by marauding wolves? A tight pack is you’re only hope of survival. Stragglers are goners!

I dropped back to round him up and he was taking a photo of another one of those silly painted pebbles people keep leaving about the place. Luckily I found a stick to belt him in the shins with and he scuttled along to catch up.

It’s a full time job keeping an eye on him sometimes!