Sun Mote Copse a name is just a sound someone makes when they need you.

The den that had once seemed so big and spacious and able to host three grown up wolves and six kids had shrunk considerably during the past few weeks. So much that he preferred to sleep outside, whenever weather permitted it. You can easily imagine that he was thrilled, when it was announced that they were moving a bigger and better, and more fun place. Let's be honest, if there is the slightest notion of "adventure" in the activity, a true Blackthorn cannot say "no".

After the first perfunctory run around the whole area, he found something he wanted to show his dad. But seeing that he was drowned in his own sorrow once again, Elfie stopped mid-way, thought a little and turned away. Pox's attempt to jump up a tree trunk was a perfect distraction. "This is, how you do it," he told his uncle and got on the tree with no problems. "I could help you," he offered.