Sun Mote Copse long time the manxome foe he sought

Elfie probably was the only person in the pack, who took Colt's death as a personal insult. Hadn't Wildfire been enough? Now him too? How could you trust adults, if they went off, dropped dead (and he was convinced that dying was a choice not an inevitable fate) and left everyone else sad and deppressed. Eljay was a moping mess, now his grandmother was off the rails as well. Bloody stupid and irresponsible. The teenager shook an angry metaphorical fist at the freshly dug Sovereign's II grave, picked up the flower Sugar Glider had brought here earlier and slung it in the nearby bushes.

Serves you right, moron! He told, not being familiar yet with the phrase that you spoke either good or nothing at all about the dead. Then he tracked down his little aunt, who was heading towards the rendevouz's site and blocked her way. He watched in disdain as she was carrying flowers againad and decided that the time had come to remedy Sugar Glider's misplaced belief that flowers made a difference. "You do know that they do not care?" he told her. "The dead."