Sun Mote Copse Song d'un nuit de sabbat.

Eljay wasn't feeling all too on top of the world. He spared food out of his mouth so that the others could be fed. There were many pups and he didn't want any of them to be stunted in their growth in any way - least of all his own. He worried all the time about Elfie, hoping that his son would be alright out there with Towhee. It showed in his frame that he hadn't been eating as well as before, though Eljay himself paid it little mind. It was simply as it was, and they were all getting thinner. He just needed to hold on and hold that this, too, would pass.

Towhee's howl caught him off-guard. Eljay quickly came into motion, though mostly driven by selfish thoughts: had something happened to Elfie? Was his son alright? He made his way there as fast as he could, but it wasn't that fast, considering every step was driven by hunger and lack of energy. And winter had not even properly started yet.

Eljay arrived to find no Elfie there, and but a wounded Towhee. Instantly he worried about his son -- if Towhee was wounded, then had something happened to the rest of the pack? to Elfie? -- but he tried not to be selfish and tend to Towhee before asking any questions. What happened? Eljay asked as he arrived, unable to see Towhee's state with everyone standing around her, as he looked to the other adults for some kind of explanation.