Sun Mote Copse down to the river

For continuity reasons I will set it for late July.

Being nearly five months old Elfie had outgrown his cute puppy stage and was a slightly smaller and ganglier version of an adult. His fluffy sand-brown coat had changed to the beautiful firey red that his mom had sported and, though still very playful and childish in his ways, there were brief moments of, where he showed amazing maturity. 

Colt's accident had taken place at the most inconvenient time (if being almost mauled to death can ever be convenient), because Eljay's ban to leave the Sunmote Copse occurred just, when Elfie's curiousity for the life outside the territories had grown. He had yielded reluctantly, out respect for his grandparents, but here and then, when his own dad was not looking, he gave him a stink-eye.

In his narrow-minded understanding and lack of experience about the world, it was easy to blame him for spoiling fun things. AGAIN. Therefore he could not wait 'till the day, when he was all grown up and he could go out, have adventures and cool life and prove his old, boring dad that he had been dead wrong about everything. Familiar line of thought, eh?

To prove that not all is one-sided, I have to say that Elfie did love his dad and would not wish any harm to come to him. He only wished that Eljay could make it a tad bit easier to do so and be more understanding of, what Elfie felt and needed. The last thing he wished was to be cooped up inside that safety-fence all his life. And though he did rebel, disobey, whenever possible, made his opinion known and was all in all a much not needed pain in Eljay's ass, it also troubled him deeply that he was unable to communicate with his father without it becoming an argument. 

And there was one boiling up now too, when Eljay invited Weejay to play and forgot all about his son, lounging nearby in the sun. He opened his eyes and without getting up, glared at his father. So unfair. Again.