Sun Mote Copse let the river run

Eljay had decided he needed to make a plan about how to get back Elfie. Nobody knew where he was, but he had to be out there somewhere. Eljay wasn't too sure he could look -- experience proved that he was just pretty terrible at scouting, so he was more likely to get lost than to find his son -- but he also felt that he should look. It wasn't fair to ask anyone else, safe perhaps Towhee, to look for Elfie and to find him back. It seemed unlikely they'd find him, anyway, and what if he didn't want to come home? But then again, what if he just didn't know how to find his way back home? The thought of Elfie out there, lost and alone, was terrifying to the father.

While he sought through the territory for traces of prey, Eljay happened upon a small clearing with a tree on it. He frowned as he halted and stared at the place that Wiffle had initially chosen. He frowned as he pictured them, together, happy. Things should've been so different. They should've sat there together this year too, in a few months' time, with Weejay and Elfie around them and new pups darting around in the beautiful clearing. He sighed as he looked out over it, his eyes shining with emotion.