Redhawk Caldera fever dream high in the quiet of the night

Eljay chuckled with fondness to his voice as Sylvie wrapped herself around him. He grunted slightly as she squeezed his aching body (and appreciating her restraint), and wrapped a paw around her while he nuzzled his face against the side of hers. It's good to see you, he murmured, his voice laced with fatherly affection. Suddenly he wondered, as he realised that he had not yet asked her about her travels since her return: Did you have fun travelling with Ceridwen? Though travel had never enticed Eljay as such, he knew it meant a lot to some of his children. He wondered if Sylvie would ever be one of them, though, since she seemed to be so much like him.

It was good to see Sylvie smile and get excited about something. Eljay's tail waved a few involuntary wags as he watched his daughter's happiness, and then he said, I'm not quite sure yet what I'm looking for. That's part of the excitement. Some explored, and some searched for unusual things in their own home. Maybe some fur for them to play with and sniff in, or maybe an exceptionally large pinecone they can chew on?