Märchen
an excerpt

Stopping outside the local pub, The Furry Godmother, Edison ducked as with a crash a man was thrown through the glass window to her left.
“Oh my!” she cried, her hand flying to her mouth again as she watched the young man pick himself up off the ground and dust the shards of glass from his green ragged shirt. He gave Lupus and Edison nary a second glance before jumping into the air and zooming off. He didn’t fly in a straight line, but soared in the way a bat does, all helter skelter-like.
“He’ll be back in about an hour,” smiled Lupus as he watched the boy-child fly off, narrowly missing a collision with a tree.

“I don’t even need to ask who that was,” sighed Edison as she walked into The Furry Godmother, following the wolf in. Apparently perpetual boyhood had not made Peter Pan’s appearance change whatsoever, he still looked like a kid even though he was obviously very intoxicated.