Sun Mote Copse and all the greedy souls just don't care to know

With a lot of wolves Eljay felt awkward when there was silence between them, but with Weejay he never felt that way; much like he had with Wildfire, and a handful of other wolves in his life. It was nice to just exist together while thoughts came and went, even if most of those thoughts were painful right now. But knowing that Weejay was here for and with him and knowing that his parents might look at them and be happy somewhere, wherever they were now, that was good. He wondered where dead wolves went... Maybe knowing they were someplace good would help. But there was no knowing where they were now, and so there was no knowing if it was a good place.

Eljay chuckled when Weejay said that she was like the weeds in the garden. He nuzzled the top of her head fondly as she said that; it meant a lot to him. Elfie's wanderlust had taken him away and possibly even killed him, before Eljay and he had ever come to see eye to eye, truly... But Weejay was still here. He was glad for that, though at times he wondered if he didn't restrict her too much by needing her so much in his life, now that she grew older. Even though she'd always be his baby, even Eljay could see that she was growing more into an adult every day. I wouldn't say you're like the weeds... I would rather say you are like the most beautiful flowers in the garden, Eljay said with a soft smile. The kind that are too good to pluck out, because you want to keep hem near.