Sun Mote Copse Candy-colored fingers and schadenfreude eyes

A lot was going on in Eljay's mind lately. He had a lot to think about, and things felt very unsteady. The roots that Weejay had mentioned felt completely nonexistent right now; if anything, it felt as if the roots were being pulled from under him.

While he was taking a walk and musing to himself about the many things going on and what his part in it all should be, Eljay heard some muttering. He had been so lost in thought he didn't notice someone else nearby. The words were completely lost on him, but his attention was caught. He didn't think he'd met this pack mate yet -- were they new? -- and decided to greet.

Upon coming closer he didn't seem in the best of moods -- he seemed very on edge, and was that... grass? -- but it was too late to turn back now. Heya, said Eljay and he smiled softly, body language neutral and face friendly. Are you... Okay? I don't think we've met yet. I'm Eljay, the pack's caretaker.