Redhawk Caldera you're always talking but you're not playing

Eljay nodded as Wraen said it was just an idea for now. He hoped they had enough wolves for a pack and maybe a territory already, too. It seemed that the planning phase wasn't that far yet. Eljay toyed with the idea of coming with them, but he had returned here so recently and he wasn't sure he was ready to go again.

Honestly, if this had been the firebirds, he really did feel that he would've gone. But it wasn't, this was so much more home than that. Eljay nodded at Wraen's words, happy to be informed but not having much to add; he didn't travel much after all, so he knew little about the territories in the area.

Wraen asked after Weejay, and Eljay smiled softly as he recalled his last talk with his daughter. She seemed over the moon about Eljay and Maia. She is doing quite well. She's such a good person. Caring, sweet and really kind. This was said with some pride. Her garden at the Copse was ruined, but I hope here she could... Well, that wasn't so sure then, that it would be here, anyway, he thought briefly before continuing that sentence, Make a new one in spring. She's, uh -- she also really likes Maia, so she's happy about us. Eljay smiled. Sometimes he worried a little that Weejay maybe cared too much about him. He loved her to bits, of course, but he wanted her to lead her own life, too.