Redhawk Caldera Pack

While the female lapped at the water, Eljay watched curiously from the underbrush. He was feeling a little anxious, though he couldn't quite place why. He had promised daddy that he was going to try to be braver, after all. Stupidly so, if Nightjar had been here he probably would've felt more forward to talk to the stranger girl, even though Nightjar didn't even really seemed to like him. But he was familiar, and while he was often a meanie, at least Eljay knew what to expect with him. With strangers he simply did not; as had been proven by the weird female that he'd met when he was chasing the squirrel, who had not only taken his squirrel but had also gone on a life-risking journey thereafter. He hadn't seen her anymore, and sort of hoped that it wasn't 'cause of her head injuries that she wasn't around anymore.

While he was thinking of the other stranger he had recently met, Eljay noticed that the girl was gone already. He looked around to try and find her, but didn't instantly see her again. Eljay came from his hiding spot and trotted towards where she'd been, inhaling her scent. He sniffed the air, his nose wiggling, and followed the trail that she left behind, speeding up his pace to catch up.

At last she showed up in the distance, and before Eljay knew it he was already right behind her. Though Eljay was the size of an adult now, he didn't look the part yet. In fact, he looked much like he had no idea what to do with all these limbs, looking as clumsy as he felt. "Uhm, hi. I'm Eljay." Eljay looked at her, and then looked away again. His body language was submissive, for he was used to being below everyone as a puppy, and he waited to see how she would respond, while he quietly hoped to himself that she wasn't about to take him on some wild goose chase he didn't want to be on.