Redhawk Caldera the old days

When Eljay happened upon Raven he didn't find the warmth that he had expected; the warmth that had always been there between them before. Raven had never been abundant with emotion but he had somehow expected more than a small smile hidden behind a face that was so void of further expression it scared him. Eljay was used to being able to read everyone right off the bat, and he didn't know what to make of Raven this time; Raven, of all wolves...

"Hey," he said with the worried frown still on his face, though he said nothing more of it; his emotions were still as readable from his face as ever. "How've you... How are you?" He shuffled his weight between his feet, wishing that he'd never left Redhawk Caldera. He wished he could stay here forever. Daddy had said that he had never been a bother, but hadn't he, really? Eljay thought things would change when he would leave but now that he was back here he still felt the clumsy goof. He'd felt that even at Drageda. He felt that everywhere he went. Why didn't it change when he left his birth place, like he expected it to?