Redhawk Caldera angel of mercy

Eljay had sort of hoped that daddy would get mad at least a little bit and tell him that he was totally fine and that if the pups turned out just like him, that that would be nothing but a good thing. Eljay hoped that daddy would react like Uncle P would've, with a dash of humour and pride in the things Eljay was good at, 'cause he always seemed to emphasis the good stuff rather than the bad stuff.

But instead daddy said, I understand what you mean. Eljay's eyes reflected the pain that this caused him, though he looked away and guiltily licked his lips to try and hide his feelings from his father. He knew that daddy didn't mean it poorly. And Eljay himself had been the one to bring it up. Daddy was only agreeing to what was already on the table, and if he hadn't wanted anyone to add onto it, then he shouldn't 've said it. It was his own fault that daddy confirmed that being like him wasn't a good thing — and that made Eljay only madder at himself.

Daddy said some good things then, but they felt a little like icing without a cake. What use was being listening kind if you weren't good at being social or if you couldn't provide for your pack? "Thanks daddy," Eljay murmured at the compliments. He was distracted from his inner turmoil by daddy's next question about what he wanted to do with the pups.

"Listen to 'em, I guess," he muttered, but then decided daddy didn't deserve this and quickly added: "I guess it would be nice to play with them and help them eat real food."