Whitefish River Erlkönig

He knew that Vaettir would be keeping an eye on them make sure that none of the children interfered with the hunt, but he looked forward to the event with great anticipation nonetheless. He tried to contain his excitement as they roved through the edge of the forest, gazing out every now and again at the elk as they grazed. Whenever an impressive bull lifted its head and showed off its rack, he cooed softly in awe. 

Then they pulled to a stop and waited. He moved to entice his father into a play-fight while they waited, but Vaettir caught him with a gentle arm, and a swift side-eye from his mother told him that now was not the time. 

Through the woodlands, other wolves came, and Baldr moved forward to see them approach. Among the vanguard was a boy who looked to be just about his age, and his size as well! He knew he had to stay quiet while they gathered so as to avoid spooking the elk herd, but he smiled brightly at the other pup and wagged his tail. Surely, once the hunt was over, they could actually play!