"The Neutral Elemental Spirits can make everything. There is a special istance where, when Neutral Elemental Spirits join to become something greater, they would bond so tightly togheter that they just won't leave. That istance is the making of living beings. As the Neutral Elemental Spirits join togheter to form a living being they are classified in two groups:

If the Neutral Elemental Spirits all become a living being of the same element they are called Pure Elementals.

If instead the Neutral Elemental Spirits join and become a living being composed of more than a single element they are called Hybrid Elementals.

A plant can be thought as a Pure Elemental.

An animal can be thought as a Hybrid Elemental.

While a plant is usually made of Wood Elemental Spirits, an animal is usually made of Flesh Elemental Spirits, Bone Elemental Spirits, Blood Elemental Spirits and might have a bit or a lot of Hair Elemental Spirits."

-Bee May, the faery of knowledge

"He is an Elemental, she is an Elemental, it is an Elemental, everything is an Elemental! Actually... not everything is an Elemental, Life is not an Elemental, Death is not an Elemental, we faery are not Elementals. Both Ego, Gods and Overgods are not Elementals. Oh and lets not forget about Angel's minds and Demon's bodies... Those two aren't made out of Elementals Spirits either.

Mhhh."

-Bee May, the faery of knowledge

"Almost everything is an Elemental."

All of the villagers were used to Little Wolf being weird but apparently the isolation was getting to him, he jumped on the roof of the First Hunter house and stopped moving. Nothing and no one could get him out of his trance, Fianna and Annabelle tried to call him, Sidon even joined him on the roof. When the First Hunter saw that his child was immobile and unresponsive. His first thought was that he passed away mysteriously, even if they lived togheter for over fifteen snows they did not know everything about Little Wolf and his strange physiology. They were learning and exploring things as they happened. For the last four snows Little Wolf stopped growing and it worried both his parents and himself. Fortunately Sidon could still feel the heat coming from the still body of his adopted son. He might just be sleeping with open eyes, it happened to some villagers so, Sidon carried Little Wolf down and put him on his pelt to sleep. Both parents were busy with keeping the village in one piece but, both ran to their house again when Annabelle and Mary came to get them because Little Wolf was again sitting on the roof and unresponsive.

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Sidon then carried his son to Stria with Fianna in tow, the old healer checked him out and he was fine, just fine. His body as strange at it was and its impossibility to get hurt was "normal", the problem, Stria suspected was in its head. The now really worried couple left him in care of Stria and relucitantly left to complete their daily duties. Not even an hour after they left the child disappeared again, he was back onto the roof of the First Hunter house. Defeated they just left him there, if he was fine... He might have had his reasons to do what he was doing.

Nine night passed and the village was back to the new normal and the new normal was a Little Wolf's shaped statue on the First Hunter's house. On the tenth morning the statue was gone! Little Wolf was back as energetic as ever, probably a little more energetic even. When asked about what happened, the kid always told the same story: he was just hearing the sounds of the forest and the sounds of his heart for a while, he just did not notice the passing of time.

Little Wolf was actually really surprised of what his friends and family told him but, the double thumping that he felt inside of his chest took most of his attention. He felt fine, he actually felt better than fine! He was in tip top form! He felt faster, inexhaustible, stronger, even his senses and reflexes were better than before! His predator istincts were screaming at him to let himself go even more strongly now. He wanted to run freely, to jump around, to hunt, to stalk, to kill... He wanted to stab something with his hand and feel its heart stop, feel the warm blood on his skin? No! That was not right! He was not an animal!

He was his own self, father Sidon taught him! How to choose when to follow his instincts and when to be a good man! And good men don't kill without reason, good men don't kill for the wrong reasons either! Some would say that a good man should not kill at all but, father Sidon said that if a good man is not ready to kill to protect what he holds dear... He might not be a good man after all. A good man is the one that would do anything to protect what is important to him and to his loved ones.

Little Wolf bottled his feral istincts for too long, the forest was silent now. He knew that silence was bad, noise means life, the forest is never silent or should be never silent. He decided he would wait a couple of days, let people calm down a little and then go into the forest to let his wild side go well... Wild.

Annabelle knew Little Wolf was up to something, he was getting more restless day after day inside the village then, he became calm. The day after he started the "I wanna be a statue on the roof" thing. When Little Wolf snapped out of it, he was even more cheery and energetic than usual. It could mean only one thing to Annabelle, he wanted to go inside the forest to play! She knew he would sneak out from time to time but, the forest is scary! And dangerous! She could not let him go alone, he would do something stupid! And she became taller while he was just a kid still, she would be the adult one and protect him, even from his own stupidity.

Clumsy Annabelle approached Little Wolf after a day of hard but fulfilling training. He was sure of it, his body was responding better to his thoughts! He even defeated unfail Alfonse on a duel today! Face to face, no tricks!

She came to him with a strange request, both the old healer and the village chief were suffering from back pains and the bitter herbs concotion that they usually took to muddle the pain was exhausted. Clumsy Annabelle knew that he could leave the village unseen, she wanted him to take her outside the village to collect the various herbs so she could help her old mentor and the chief at the same time.