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Trades.

One word, two syllables, massive cause of anxiety.

For a while now, Eljay had wanted to be useful to the pack. He'd been told on numerous occassions how to do so: he needed to learn how to hunt, he needed to learn how to go outriding, and, above all other things, he needed to be brave. He wasn't doing so well on the brave department, and though he had promised daddy to be braver, Eljay knew that he couldn't try any harder than he already was. He felt kind of bad lying to daddy about it, but he had felt even worse about the truth.

And so he had come onto the topic of trades. If he picked up trades, all official like, then nobody would deny that he was at least trying to be useful and make mommy and daddy proud, right? Even though he was already trying to do that, trades would put a stamp on his trying, make it official. Of course, it wasn't all that easy.

Eljay sighed as he stared onto the lake he sat beside, while he considered what trades he should pick up. He knew that daddy and uncle P wanted him to pick up hunting, and mommy probably wanted him to be an outrider. But what suited him best? It was probably best if he picked something that he wasn't absolutely horrible at, but Eljay's heart squeezed as he thought of that. He wasn't not absolutely horrible at a whole lot of things.