Redhawk Caldera we gotta learn sometime

none of the open AW threads seemed like places Eljay'd be, so I decided for a new one instead. Anyone is welcome :-)

Eljay had not yet ventured outside of Redhawk Caldera, staying safely within the pack's confines. He was perhaps lagging a bit behind for a boy his age — at six months, he now stood nearly as tall as his parents, but his mental development wasn't quite as mature as his appearance suggested — but he was content just spending time with mommy and daddy. So far, nothing terrible had happened to either of them yet, and so after over two months of panic attacks and a near constant state of anxiety, Eljay was starting to relax a little, and not think of the impending doom that hung over his parents every time they were out of his sight every second. He himself did not realise this change actively, of course, but to outsiders it was visible, even if there were good and bad days. The illness that had passed over the pack had gone, too, although for some reason the white wolf Pan never visited anymore. Eljay wasn't sure what'd happened to him, but he didn't mind overly much, for he had not been that attached to his sometimes-caretaker.

Hunting was not something that Eljay was very accomplished at just yet. Not far from the rendezvous site, Eljay pressed his front to the ground, leaving his butt swinging from left to right in the air, while he was watching a snowshoe rabbit. The rabbit did not seem to mind his presence overly much; it was almost as if it sensed that this one would not be of much danger to it.