Redhawk Caldera uncast shadow of a southern myth

Eljay looked at Fox when she continued to speak, listening to what she had to say. She asked if others were willing to take turns on taking care of the pups, and Eljay nodded eagerly. He watched them quite a fair share, because he enjoyed spending time with them, and he was also glad to finally have found something he was at least moderately good at. "I can take more turns watching them," said Eljay, and he glanced over Peter and Gannet, then lil' Bandit and Whip with a fond smile. "Then others that're good at hunting and tracking can focus on gathering food." Eljay wasn't super at that, after all — he tried, but that was pretty much as far as he got. Maybe once the prey returned (it'd better — he definitely didn't want to leave Redhawk Caldera) he could pick up his gamekeeper duties again, because he did want to make everyone proud by being a successful gamekeeper, but for now he thought it best to relieve other hunters off puppy duty so that they could contribute to mommy's and the pups' health and make sure everyone got some food at least.

Eljay looked worriedly at mommy next as she started to heave again and padded to her side, nosing mommy's shoulder gently even though there was nothing he could do to help. He wrinkled his nose at the smell when she was done, but didn't leave mommy's side. Daddy was summoned away and mommy turned to leave too, leaving Eljay a little torn on where to go and what to do. He then looked at the pups and decided he was probably needed most helping look after them right now, especially since Uncle Peregrine had departed to hunt with daddy.