Sun Mote Copse I want you to be part of that whole

On his way to reaching that very important milestone of being 3 months old (and no more a baby, of course), Elfie in those brief absences of adult supervision had begun to expand his horizons and take solo wanders through the forest. He did not feel the least bit afraid, having been sheltered and surrounded by adults all his young life, and considered the realm of the Firebirds the extent of his world. 

He also had established himself as a leader among the puppies he lived with (a self-proclaimed king that no one else knew anything about) and with the knowledge that there were two other minions-to-be he had set out to investigate. And his search was neither long, nor took him very far, because he found one of the two babies soon enough. "Herrro!" he greeted the tiny puppy (which was a very good size, in Elfie's opinion, gave him advantage of being tall) and approached it confidently. "'am Elfie, who are you?"