Sun Mote Copse Freed all the children, seems there is nothing more

At the age of almost four months Elfie had grown up to be a young, dashing fellow. His sand and dirt coloured puppy fluff had gradually changed to a more adult look, the type and hue being of the same reddish brown that of his late mother's. He bore resemblence with Wildfire in his facial features and movements, the freckles and eye colour being the only two things he had inherited from Eljay. He had a healthy self-esteem, never were in doubt about himself and his bravery was on the brink of slight recklesness. But the last one is considered a good trait in Blackthorn lines. 

At this point Elfie considered himself grown up and independent and had no scruples about wandering off and away from the rendevouz's site often. He had got his first taste in adventures, when he had discovered that the world did not end at the brink of the den, and ever since he had been working diligently to expand his horizons. This is, how he happened to cross paths with Bronco. He had visited the little cousins, when they had been nothing but little, fluffy frogs. Now the specimen had grown some legs and tail and was better at walking in a straight line. "Hey!" Elfie greeted the other boy. "Where are you going?" he asked.