Redhawk Caldera we gotta learn sometime

"Oh," Eljay said when Uncle P said that two out of every three hunt attempts ended in failure. Eljay didn't like failure at all. And truthfully, that made him not like hunting very much. He didn't say that, though, because he knew that hunting was part of pack life, and just stared at the rabbit footprints in the snow, and his missed chance at bringing his parents home a snack. He hadn't even been hungry, but wanted to show mommy and daddy that he was doing well, make them proud. How Eljay wished that he could've done something to make them proud instead of worried for a change.

Uncle P asked if Eljay was interested in hunting as a trade, and Eljay shifted his weight to betray that he was very uncomfortable with hunting in general. "I dunno," he said noncomitally. "I mean, I'm not very good at it..." Eljay looked at Uncle P while he talked, but then he looked back at the rabbit tracks that marked his failure again, and he sighed wistfully.