Cricket Creek Bog where the river leads me

It had been a long time since Eljay was out on his own anywhere. Mommy and Daddy had gone to visit the Copse, but as they left he hadn't been invited -- well, not explicitly, anyway. Kind of like when Wiffle left. Yeah, he'd invited her before, but when she left after announcing she'd leave without explicitly asking him to come, Eljay's anxiety had started to flare up again and he had realised that maybe Wiffle didn't really want him there, or worse, need him there. He ended up leaving the plateau, though he wasn't really sure where he was going. At first he had followed mommy and daddy's scents to closeby the copse but he hadn't come too close. He didn't want to seem weird or stalkery, and he wasn't sure what to do. He'd hoped that he would know what to do by the time he'd come close, but unfortunately, he had no such luck.

Accompanied by the occasional chirp of a lone cricket Eljay stood in the shallow waters of the bog, feeling at a loss.