Redhawk Caldera you can make me whole again

Slumping through the territory and only half focussed on actually finding a trail, Eljay barely noticed Shrike's approach. Ears folded forward, then back uncertainly as he looked at his pack mate. He sounded friendly, though Eljay realised that he didn't know him very well. Every time they saw each other it was when something big was happening and there were lots of others. Eljay lowered his tail and head to show respect to Shrike, knowing he was his superior. "Oh, uhm, of course," he said with a nod; even if he hadn't wanted the company, he wouldn't have said no to someone of higher rank.

He smiled awkwardly at Shrike, feeling nervous because he was afraid that Shrike would find out that he was rubbish at hunting. Worse, he probably already knew. What if he'd tell Uncle P and Aunt Fox and they'd thrown Eljay out of the pack? He swallowed difficultly and slowly walked on, sniffing but barely even registering the result of his own tracking.