Redhawk Caldera today's not so bad

"Oh!" Eljay said in response to Uncle P's candid answer, and had he not been a fuzzy wolf, his face would've been the colour of a raspberry about now. Luckily there was the subject of puppies to divert him from his awkwardness.

Luckily he could visit, though he had to wait a couple weeks. That made sense, and Eljay wondered if it was because he wasn't yet an adult, and he would be in a few weeks' time. Sorta, anyway; in rank. He would much rather have stayed in the puppy ranks a bit longer, truthfully, because there was so much pressure on his shoulders (or so it felt) to be good at stuff, even moreso when he was an adult; but he knew that he couldn't.

"Yeah, I guess I might squish them if I get clumsy again and trip on them," Eljay commented softly. "And 'cause I'm still a puppy for a couple more weeks." He wished that when he'd become an adult officially, in rank, that he would also be one in behaviour and would no longer feel quite this clumsy and awkward, but Eljay feared that life wouldn't be that easy. How'd all these other adults ever learn how to adult?