Redhawk Caldera We don't laugh anymore

Eljay had been dutifully trying to combine avoiding social contact with Uncle P or Aunt Fox with his duties of caring for his newborn siblings. It was a pretty hard thing to do, and it was extremely stressful for him to do so. Rather than avoid feeling tense, Eljay now felt tense all the time. But he was too afraid to actually approach either of them at the moment. Especially after he'd found Peter back — or thought he had, anyway — and the confusion that brought along. He was also afraid Peter-who-didn't-know-he-was-Peter might have told Uncle P about their adventure the other day and that he would be in for another "talk".

So when he noticed Uncle P at a short distance from the den, Eljay's heart nearly caught in his throat, his heart pumping and stomach dropping with uncomfortable jitters. He swallowed and looked away guiltily, licking his lips and lowering his head instinctively as a sign of submission. Then he glanced back at the den a moment to make sure that mommy and the puppies were okay, and he started to trail away. He moved not directly away from Uncle P — it'd be too obvious — but somewhere in the middle. He didn't go directly at Uncle P but instead tried to flee the scene. He moved as though a casual lope and tried not to make it show he was trying to avoid any social contact with Uncle P, but his tucked tail and the occasional guilty glances he stole in his uncle's direction from the corners of his eyes betrayed his purposeful fleeing.