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Just as the other wolf stepped back, Eljay seemed to regain consciousness. Elwood's stance relaxed considerably as he focused his full attention on his son, though his ears turned to listen to his apparent packmate's explanation. His gaze roved over Eljay's body and he was satisfied with the story provided; there were no injuries that could have indicated foul play. When the other pointed out that it appeared Eljay hadn't had a solid meal in a while, Elwood nodded solemnly.

"Eljay," he said, lowering himself to try and catch the youth's eye. "Are you okay?" he asked, though the question was mostly rhetorical. It was obvious that Eljay was the opposite of okay -- and since it seemed he was unable to take care of his own basic needs, it was time for his father to step in. Straightening, Elwood looked to the unfamiliar male. "Can you bring him some food? Something from a cache is fine," he said, not even bothering to introduce himself. There would be time for that later.

He then tilted his head back and issued a call for @Raven. Hopefully, all Eljay needed was something to eat, but Elwood wanted the aspiring medic to take a look at him just to be sure.