Redhawk Caldera We don't laugh anymore

The words hit him like a sharp needle, and ears pinned back defensively. He was confused, because he felt that there was nothing that Uncle P should be sorry for. If anyone should apologise, it was him, he felt. He looked in Uncle P's direction, and ears splayed briefly, perked forward, then backward and then they spayed again, a confused look on his face.

Eljay took a few tiny steps in the direction of his uncle. He cleared his throat and said loudly, so that his uncle would hear, "I... What... for?" He bit his lip, feeling stupid for stumbling over his words, but at least he had gotten some words out.