King Elk Forest This poem is mournful & sentimental & filled with complaints:

it was only delight's call that roused mona from her moping; she wasn't sure she would have even gotten up for nathaniel — she'd been avoiding him, after all. but the sylph's voice was edged in sorrow, and this both piqued and worried the mayfair. 
she arrived amidst most of the other tindome wolves. it was the tension she noticed first, however — movement and the inclination of bodies toward the weirdly shaped boy who had come to live among them. only did then did mona recognize what the downed form was — the elk, and near its still body, delight.
swallowing uncomfortably against the collar, mona's eyes widened as she saw what the child was doing, and she flinched somewhat as queenie darted forward. part of her wished to comfort delight, but the gathering was already too uncomfortable for mona to do anything else aside from awkwardly stand off to one side, wondering how the scene would end.