Redhawk Caldera prize of the century

Despite Eljay's weak deflection, Elwood felt a surge of pride. It was clear by the expression on Eljay's face that he was pleased with himself, even if his first instinct was to downplay his success. He reached down to nudge at the carcass with his nose, inhaling the ripe scent of fresh meat. As he righted himself, he met his son's gaze.

"Doesn't matter if it was 'limpy.' You did great," he praised, his tail swinging to and fro behind him. "You should be really proud of yourself -- I'm proud of you!" he added. He wanted to ask Eljay to do a bit more hunting with him right then and there, but also didn't want to push the boy too far. He knew that it wouldn't take much to cause the delicate flower that was Eljay's confidence to wilt.