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As Teya led them to higher ground, Eljay was glad to wipe his paws. The remnants of mud left an annoying dry sensation on his paws, but further walking would hopefully relieve him of that. Eljay looked over the grass — this terrain was much more his thing than the mud and reed they'd just been through — while Teya explained that it was good for hunting (or watching, he supposed, depending on how hungry you were that day) deer.

Eljay nodded as he looked around, oblivious to Teya's wandering eyes and mind. Her question was well timed, for it gave Eljay some time to look around on his own time and not feel too rushed or pressured. It made him feel a little bit relaxed, more than he had felt for some time now. At the question, he said, Big things, mostly. I'm not very good at the uh... Small slippery stuff. But I know how to follow the lead in a hunt and play my part. Eljay smiled humbly, for though he was fairly good at playing that part he had never considered himself a good hunter. Perhaps because he was humble in general, or perhaps because the fact he could not hunt small game to save his life somehow also reflected on his role in the big hunts. He'd lead them sometimes, back when he pursued being a hunter as his role in the pack, but while he was okay at that, it wasn't his thing as much. Playing the role of a cog in the well-oiled machine of a pack was much more suited to Eljay than having to tell all of the cogs what to do.