Sleepy Fox Hollow peitsche

The last migraine-spell had left Elfie exhausted for the next two days and he had slept for the third, fearing that the excruciating pain was going to torment him again. He regretted now that he had lied to Maegi about, how bad the pain was for him, when it came, but the wish not to have her worry about him was stronger. 

Today instead of shadowing the white she-wolf or her mute companion, he set in a different direction, looking for that big, tall, scary-looking wolf, who had accepted them in Diaspora. Mahler. The other person, who would be able to help him. The boy found him in unusual circumstances and he could not figure out, what the old general was doing. Instead of intruding, the boy sat down and watched the man quietly.