Sun Mote Copse Candy-colored fingers and schadenfreude eyes

Eljay had never really thought about how having children would do anything to your figure, even though he had closely guided several women in his lifetime. Somehow though, he didn't really think of it that way. Maybe it was because to him, children were such a precious gift and so he couldn't imagine that anyone would feel bad; nor that anyone would feel bad about someone else looking less trim because they had children. Honestly, if anything, to Eljay it was only more attractive (at least, that's how it had been with Wiffle; it wasn't like he had a lot of experience or anything).

Reyes sure was a portrait of, well, something. Eljay chuckled at his joke and he smiled softly again when Reyes said that it'd been nice to meet him. Validation was super important to him, after all.

Just as Eljay was about to excuse himself and leave, Reyes then invited him, albeit tentatively, to join his patrols to learn the land. Eljay was quick to nod and said, Yeah, sure, I'd like that. I could show you some good places. Although after the rainfall, a lot of them had been washed away, he could show Reyes some places that meant a lot to him, at least, such as Weejay's garden. Maybe not yet the den where Wiffle'd birthed their children; that was, perhaps, a bit too soon. Eagerly, Eljay set out with Reyes, hoping he could provide a more trusted and comfortable experience than his meeting with Niamh to make him feel at home in the pack.