Redhawk Caldera A day in the life of a try-hard

Trick observed the young one's every move- assuming he had been a wise guy. He wasn't trying to make Eljay feel bad. Don't feel bad- if it helps, you can call me Wylie. He said, his eyes pointed at the ground as he nervously moved some dirt around. Why he had said it just wouldn't make sense in his head- he was trying to make the boy feel better. Never had he wanted to do anything like it- he thought he still didn't want to do such a sweet thing. And yet here he was; in a pack with friends, working his butt off to mean anything to the Caldera. This was not the way he had imagined his future as a yearling. He was a God- he was higher than them all and was destined to rule, or so he had thought.

The conflicting feelings inside his heart distracted him from picking up any other emotion that was shown by Eljay, instead only looking at the ground until the other's voice rang again. He looked up in shock- had he offended him or something? Nothing at all- I was just wondering. He said quickly.