Redhawk Caldera þannig týnist tíminn

Life crawled by slowly for five month old Eljay. He didn't like life, and whenever he wasn't near mommy and daddy he felt terrible. Without realising it himself, he did actually improve; sometimes he was alone for a little while when mommy and daddy weren't there without completely freaking out. Still, he was easy to drive to tears and heartbreak, particularly when it concerned his separation anxiety. His mother's guilt and frustration fed his subconscious, too, as he absorbed the emotions without even realising which made him feel more anxious and on edge a lot.

The sickness diverted Eljay from the daily struggle with which he crawled through life. It did also increase how easily he was triggered into a fit or sobbing and he was extra whiny what with how terrible he felt. He also couldn't howl to Wifi, who was now gone, even if he wasn't sure she could hear his howls from her new pack.

Eljay was feeling pretty terrible and he lay just outside of the den, shivering on the ground while he occasionally let out a squeaky sneeze and slime dribbled from his nose.