Sun Mote Copse Ya don't say

It was nearly two months now, since Wildfire had passed, and with Eljay struggling to move one, Elfie had quite given up on trying to engage him in anything remotely fun. If there was something he wished to do, he asked his grandparents, if he wanted to play, there were plenty to choose from, if he wanted to learn, there were other grown-ups in the pack to bugger. It was difficult for him to comprehend, how a person could be physically present, but at the same time very far away. Beyond his reach. 

It is no wonder, therefore, that he did not ask any permission to do stuff, he just went and did. Even better, if another puppy of the gang had got ahead of him and was already stirring trouble. Like Crow in the river. "Watcha doing?" Elfie asked, having sneaked up on the bubble-blowing fellow quietly and stating his question very, very loudly on purpose.