Heron Lake Plateau Discussing conspiracies and prison facilities

Eljay nodded and he followed alongside Quixote. At first they were just following the prints in the mud, and hopefully that'd lead them there, or at least most of the way there. Eljay enjoyed tracking by scent, but maybe not so much when he was also trying to impress his Alpha. Hoof tracks were more reliable for that.

A nervous jitter stirred in his stomach as Quixote mentioned the hunt before the move. He thought back to Redhawk Caldera with a pang in his heart, wishing that he still lived there -- home -- rather than this stinky mud hole. "Uh, yeah, I did... The pup hunt you mean, right?" Eljay smiled nervously as he hoped Quixote hadn't heard too many details about it. It was obviously that it had failed but Eljay hoped his new Alpha hadn't quite heard just how terrible it had gone.