Redhawk Caldera white knuckles

Eljay was completely taken aback by how forward the female that had taken the squirrel was. She was all over the place, and his ears flattened while he tried to cope with it. She did smell of the leaders of the pack, so Eljay was sure she was a legit member of the pack, at least. "Uhm," he mumbled, but before he could actually give her his name she moved onto other subjects. She offered the squirrel, and Eljay considered the idea of pretending like he had caught it to impress mommy and daddy.

Before Eljay could decide, the female said that she picked up the scent of an injured deer. He sniffed the air, and though he smelled blood, he didn't think the two of them stood any chance at all. Especially since he was rubbish. "I don't, um... I'm not good at hunting at all. And it's just the two of us. We should call others, maybe someone is near?" Eljay carefully laid down the suggestion, hoping that she would pick up on it. Things could only go wrong if he tried to hunt himself, emphasised by the churning feeling in his gut.