Broken Antler Fen half of my heart

Eljay grimaced as Tambourine said that he knew the pain of losing a child. The caretaker supposed that most wolves who'd had children had some experience with it, as it was relatively normal that some died before they became adults. Still, it didn't soften the pain any for him, or them.

When Tambourine asked about if Weejay'd come back, Eljay hesitated. I don't really know. I should visit, I guess, to let her know about it. I mean, when things are a bit more certain. Eljay had no doubts about it working out, because the only experience he had was with Wildfire and that'd been an instant hit, really. But he still wanted to wait with asking Weejay if she wanted to be there for them or stay with the Frosthawks when things were at least a little bit more certain. She'd be a really good big sister, for sure. Eljay smiled softly at the thought of Weejay helping them out. She'd be so wonderful at it. But she also had her own life at the Frosthawks now. Maybe she had other things going on. He couldn't just expect her to drop everything and come back with him, of course.

For Eljay, the Fen wasn't perfect, but it would do. It had Maia, after all. He didn't like the wet, soppy bits, and he did like the higher, grassy bits, so he decided he'd just spend a bit more time in the higher grassy bits than the lower soggy ones. Yeah, Brecheliant's pretty nice, he answered, not letting any of his thoughts towards the Fen shine through and softly correcting Tambourine on the name without outright doing so. He didn't want anyone to think he didn't like it here, because he did like it despite some of its wetter ends.