Redhawk Caldera angel of mercy

No one had approached in these days where the pups were young and fragile, but Eljay just kept patrolling and guarding and making sure no one got past. When finally someone arrived, sending a nervous and excited jolt through Eljay, it wasn't anyone on the no-go-list, though. It was just dad, and he was allowed to get closer, Uncle P'd said, even if he couldn't see the pups just yet, either, just like the rest of them.

"Hi dad," said Eljay, and he nipped his father's chin in respect. "Not very busy," admitted Eljay. He wished that he could have said that he had done a really good job and worked hard, but there wasn't all that much to work at, truthfully. "I was thinking maybe I should learn to be a caretaker so that I could always spend time with the pups." There was one giant 'but' lingering above Eljay's head, though, and his enthusiasm waned as he frowned and said, "But... I'm not sure if I'm any good to teach 'em, 'cause I'm not good at lots of things." He couldn't even hunt yet, let alone raise pups, Eljay glumly thought to himself.