Sun Mote Copse and the irish guy wins the joke.

Eljay had been a little disappointed when he found out when mommy and daddy returned that they had gone out to visit Liffey's pups. He had wanted to see them too, but he still had his duties as puppysitter anyway at the time, he told himself, so it wasn't the worst thing. He'd see them at some point, maybe.

Yet his mind had been very clouded lately with the thought of his own pups, that may or may not be baking in the oven right at that moment; he'd forgotten a little bit about his younger siblings living with the Redhawks and everywhere, even though he still sort of missed mommy and daddy. But he hadn't wanted to leave Wiffle alone during the heat. Eljay didn't know overly much about heats, only that they usually lasted longer. He'd remembered mommy smelling confusing, but he had never felt the urge to uh, do the things he had done with Wiffle with mommy. But then again, he hadn't really felt the super big urge to do them with Wiffle either; the only reason he wanted to was because she thought it felt good and because she wanted puppies with him to boot.

Luckily for Liffey Wiffle's heat had ended as quickly as it had started, and that meant that he was free to go where he pleased again and no longer had to be around Wiffle almost all the time. Eljay was surprised by Liffey's call, feeling a little forgotten by his younger siblings often (but then again, maybe they felt the same), so he was pleasantly surprised. Eljay eagerly made her way to the borders, although he wasn't really sure how he would tell Liffey about what had happened, and if he should tell her, anyway.

As Liffey came into view at the copse's borders Eljay didn't realise that his scent was still thoroughly intertwined with Wildfire's, considering the days they had spent together just now. Hey Liff! he called out with a soft smile, his tail wagging as he approached her, ready for a hug (or a nuzzle of her cheek if it looked like she might not appreciate an actual hug).