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Eljay nodded at Niamh's words. He felt the same about Wildfire. Eljay was glad to have Maia, of course, but it wasn't the same as it was with Wiffle. He still missed her a lot, even though he also loved Maia and was very glad to have her in his life. It was strange how he could still love both of them at once, but it was how it was. Yeah, I feel the same, he said with a sigh; one of melancholy for missing Wiffle, but also one for being happy that he had Maia and his hopefully future children in the here and now.

Niamh admitted that she didn't want to lose any more of her children, and it cut into Eljay something fierce. He had lost Elfie in the avalanche that tore apart Towhee and Phox' pack — presumably, anyway; he'd never seen the body but he knew and had searched enough to draw his conclusions — so he could relate to that so well. A parent shouldn't outlive their children, but unfortunately in wolf life it was often the case. Me too, he said softly. We'll just have to try our hardest to make it that way. He knew that he had no such powers, but it was really all they could do; try, raise their children well, and protect them where they could. He saw now that restricting them around every corner didn't help, and that there was only so much you could do as a parent. But he'd never stop trying.