"You know, I told Prince Erik about the Elfhamian ants when the Prisoners first arrived in the Vale, but I don't think the Word got passed around to all of the wolves..."

"I've mentioned before some of the salient features of the Elfhamian Ant. First: they're a bit smaller than your average Faerie ant; Second, they look a bit shaggy, because of the coating of fine hairs they have on their carapace; Third, they're pissy little bastards."

"Growing up, many is the time I saw one snap the handle of a rake or a broom just for the sheer Netherhells of it, and Fuma save you if you actually get it into your head to ride one. That's a sure trip to one of the [Eldest] to get yourself repaired (and earn a stern lecture for being stupid in the bargain)."

"Well, more than one Prisoner ended up in a tree, with an Ant claiming part of his kilt or trews. I suppose this one was lucky he was wearing trews. Anyway, he'll be up there for a while. I forgot to mention that Elfhamian ants hold a grudge, and they're awfully patient, too."