Hideaway Strath Starfire

It was eleven days now, since the earthquake had happened and an ensuing rockslide had blocked Asterism Grove away from the rest of the hinterlands. Elfie's world was a chaos, but no one seemed to mind him much, what with Towhee being found underneath the rubble, heavily injured, and everyone else being just as clueless about, what was to be done as everyone else. He had lingered in the background, watching these stranger wolves doing something, but he never mustered up the courage to join.

We learn many things about ourselves, when we are put in a different environment, and for Elfie shyness was an unexpected discovery. He did not know, how to approach or talk to strangers that weren't even his age. Left to his own devices he did not know, how to be useful or resourceful. Two weeks inside the pack and he did not even know many rules. Therefore he lived on, what he could find or catch himself, and spent a lot of time thinking about his home at the copse. How vastly different he felt from that bold and fearless boy, who had told his father about leaving.