Sun Mote Copse The Hunting of the Snark

Now with being a striking four month old specimen of a wolf Elfie began to look down at his playmates with some sense of superiority. He was bigger than them, he was faster, he could jump up on spaces, where others could not, and all in all... let's face it - he was better at almost everything else. And he enjoyed that small triumph over the rest of the folk, without realizing that in due time they would catch up with him and by the time they all were yearlings, those couple of months age difference would hardly make a difference. 

Wraen was a baby-sitter he met quite often and, though he did not show it outright, she considered her a special friend (but - shush - no telling others; everyone knows that adult friends are bo-o-o-oring and not cool). He assembled with the rest of the crew, taking side by Nellie, of whom he felt something aching to a fondness ever since he had attempted to kidnap her at an early age. "A monster!" he declared and waited for Wraen to affirm that he was right.