Sun Mote Copse when it rains, it pours

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Everything seemed to be coming apart at the seams. As if it wasn't enough that it seemed a lot of wolves weren't feeling the Copse anymore for a home -- the home that Wiffle was buried! And Uncle Colt, too! -- Eljay hadn't seen Weejay in a few days and he was worried sick. He'd been worried sick from the very first moment, but now that time was passing further and further he got more and more worried. What if something had happened to her? It was just another notch on the wall, and all that kept Eljay together right then was that he still felt he needed to stand up and fight for his home, for this home, to keep it together; and be there for Elfie, even though Elfie didn't seem to necessarily want Eljay to be there for him at all.

It was stupid, perhaps, that he ever thought he could be a father at all. He was failing. Hard, fast.

@Elfie didn't even want him there, held no respect for him, and was hurting really badly. Eljay could tell that he was, but he just didn't know what to do about it. He was helpless to watch his son push away his feelings and shield himself from the world, including his own family. Eljay was just at a complete loss of what he could do for his son, and everything he tried seemed to only push Elfie further away and written off as being 'smothering'.

@Weejay had left the territory a few times even though he said that she shouldn't. Even thoug he berated her each time she returned. Even though he begged her not to leave again. She did it even though she was a sweet soul who was a bit more in touch with all of these feelings than Elfie seemed to be; who had weeped and grieved over her mother. But even she could not stand being around Eljay any longer.

To be so unwanted by his children broke Eljay to the core but he knew he couldn't let anyone see. He knew that all he could do was struggle on, for his children, for his family, for the pack; for whatever was left of all of those things.

A light drizzle accompanied Eljay as he trotted through the Copse as fall fell. Weejay! he bellowed for what felt like the thousandth time. Weej! He remembered so vividly being shown around by Wiffle the first time, all excited wiht her new home and finding this beautiful picturesque copse for them to live in. Weejay- the shout fell short, turned into more of a pleaded huff, as his hoarse voice gave in. He remembered so vividly playing with the children when they were tiny potatoes, with Wiffle by his side, looking to a bright future. And now here he was, in a rainy copse that didn't hold the same appeal, but was still his family's home and he couldn't let it fall apart, he just couldn't, had to be strong, had to keep his shoulders hunched.

Tears mingled with the drizzle as Eljay choked out a few sobs and he bit his teeth together, trying his hardest to be strong, but it was as it was every time he tried...

His best just wasn't good enough.