Cricket Creek Bog where the river leads me

As Uncle Colt started listening his (to Eljay's mind) endless perks, Eljay felt a little meagre in comparison. What did he have to offer the pack? Especially such a young pack with little pup potential yet. Eljay knew there was little odds of him having any pups this year or any, so he was dependant on the rest of the pack for his puppy fix. Then again, he could always visit, and what if mommy and daddy would come? They were strongly considering it too, right? So surely they would, especially if he would join here, too. Then he'd at least have his own baby siblings to care for.

It gave him a lot to think about, but somehow when Wiffle said that she thought he would do really well in the pack and that she would be lucky to have him there, he said: "Okay." It was small and careful, because Eljay wasn't sure if he was making the right decision (but when was he ever?) and he thought back to his terrible decision to leave and almost dying at Drageda's borders until he was finally allowed in by its Heda... Even though this was nothing like that, he was still afraid. Afraid his family might not come and afraid for the family he left behind. But Wiffle was family too, and the thought of having to let her go after she'd only just returned to his life was somehow even more terrifying than all the other fears. He glanced at Uncle Colt and looked back to Wiffle as he said: "I'll come."