Sun Mote Copse Family is forever

At the moment of the call Sovereign and Tradesman were busy elsewhere, but Elfie had happened to be lingering near the borders. Wraen had showed him a mousing spot earlier that week and, when she could not accompany him to the trips outside Sun mote copse, Elfie entertained himself by coming here and practicing stealth, sneakiness and general skill that was required for catching the rodents. They weren't near as half so willing to become his lunch and as he had expected.

Now and then he had trailed together with other adults on the patrolling rounds on borders. He had even left a mark or two as well, though he had not yet mastered that level of bladder control to have enough material for the whole distance. In theory he knew, what was to be done. Therefore, no wonder that, when no one rushed to reply the call, Elfie thought it was his task to undertake this duty. He bounded towards the source of the sound and came face to face with an unfamiliar she-wolf.

He stopped at a safe distance from her, stared her up and down shamelessly, decided that she was interesting and not that scary (uhmm... not a wise conclusion, but he will learn, he will learn) and approached her. He puffed out his lean chest proudly and managed not to trip over his long limbs. His attempt to arch his tail over his back and keep his head up simultaneously failed, because he had not yet outgrown of the childish habit of greeting all adults, keeping tail wagging appeasingly low.

"Hi! Who are you?" he asked her, his gaze still tracing the battle scars along the weathered warrior's face and body. "Are you a hero?"