Redhawk Caldera No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots

Eljay's tail waved a little when Uncle P greeted him and he reached out to lick his uncle's chin. He wanted to do the same to Nightjar to show his respect, but was too scared to get too close to him, so he decided to stay away. He didn't look at Nightjar's face to notice the tension building up, but he could have guessed that Nightjar wasn't thinking too positively of him. Eljay understood, though, 'cause he was pretty lame, so Nightjar was kinda right anyway. He tried to make himself as small and not-in-the-way as possible and a smile even flitted across his face when Uncle P told him the names that he'd made up for the puppies while waiting for their real names to unfold.

The smile was quickly wiped off Eljay's face when Nightjar opened his mouth, however, and he lowered his body even closer to the ground while he fearfully looked up at Nightjar. "Sorry," he mumbled to Nightjar. He exchanged a quick glance with Uncle P before looking back at Nightjar and saying, with a note of apology and sadness in his voice: "I — I thought it'd be okay to come say hi from a distance." He shuffled backwards a little, not really wanting to go away but sort of waiting for Uncle P's take on things. He was perhaps a total dweeb, but he also didn't want to let himself be chased off so easily.