Redhawk Caldera So I've made an art out of forgettin' well

A lot more of Eljay's time was spent surveying the borders now that he had Maia to be waiting for. It was a grueling time away from her, mostly because his emotions swung very up and down. When Maia was there with him, it wasn't very hard for him to imagine that she loved him and that everything would be fine between them; when she was gone, a lot of his time was filled with fretting. What if she realised she never wanted to live in Redhawk Caldera? What if she realised she didn't want to be chained down by anyone, that she liked scouting too much? What if she changed her mind about him?

Every day he would do a quick round trip of the borders and he came up empty most of the time. Today Eljay was just about to start heading out to the borders from the Blackthorn den when he heard Maia's howl. Ears perked up and he stood still for about five seconds while his paws tiptoed in place and his brain tried to catch up to his excitement. Then finally he broke into a canter towards the borders.

By the time he arrived at Maia, Eljay'd fallen back to a lengthy trot and he arrived with a wagging tail and a big smile on his face. Unlike Maia, all of the worries he had had when she was gone had melted away like snow on the first days of spring.