Redhawk Caldera Throwback Thursday

Peregrine seemed to perk up a bit and greeted him warmly, much to Gannet's delight.  He returned the lick to his nose with a couple of eager ones to the chin, then got out of the way as Elwood came up to speak.

He didn't listen too closely when Peregrine spoke of Whip; he didn't understand the meaning.  Perhaps when he saw the wounds the pieces would fall into place, but currently the idea of someone harming themselves so decisively was beyond his comprehension.  Besides, he was distracted.

He could practically feel the depression emenating off of Eljay, his body language told it so clearly.  For these first months, Gannet had never been much of a talker.  He instead preferred to let actions speak for him - an enthusiastic hello, an invitation to play, a plea for affection.  But he was beginning to learn that there were some things words were good for.  Things that gestures and expressions couldn't quite get across.

His ears tilted and he glanced at Peregrine, then noting the continued conversation, traipsed over to his elder 'cousin' instead.  He looked at him frankly for a minute, head tilting slightly.  "What's wrong?" he asked, the question quiet.  Perhaps 'are you ok' would have been the less direct approach, but the answer to that one was obvious.  Nothing about Eljay looked ok to the younger boy.