Sun Mote Copse Jabberjay

The news was bad, just as he feared. Eljay's expression fell, even though he had expected this. He was reminded much of when mommy was gone for some time -- when he had barely eaten, himself, because there wasn't much food -- except now there was even less choice involved, and now weather was getting colder rather than being in the heat of summer. It was looking to be a grim winter ahead, Eljay thought to himself, and he told himself he would make sure that Weejay and Elfie would survive it, at the very least. No matter what it would cost him.

We should stay, Eljay said. Why would it be different somewhere else? We have no guarantee that we'll have prey elsewhere. Who knew, it might be exactly like this everywhere else, too.

Eljay nodded as Wraen mentioned trapping smaller prey. Not exactly Eljay's forte... He had always been a lot better at large game hunts than trying to find small prey. Yeah, let's focus on the smaller game. It's not my strongest suit... But I'll -- I'll try my very best. It seemed like meagre offerings to Eljay, but he couldn't offer more than his best and it was unfortunate that that just wasn't very good right now. Even moreso in the circumstances they were in.