Cricket Creek Bog where the river leads me

Colt had made good on his offer to think about it, and stayed well clear of the Redhawks ever since, ghosting about the region while he did.  Some soul searching happened, and while he was still not exactly happy, he was firm on two things.

One - he was better off without her.
Two - none of this was his bad.

And those two things were really all he needed to get a lot of his old verve back.  

He'd thought maybe at some point he'd run into Tegan or Clover, or maybe even Niamh (yikes there).  But he definitely didn't expect to run into Towhee (who never left) or Eljay (who he didn't think left?).  So when he happened to run across Eljay's scent, he didn't hesitate on checking it out.  Hopefully nothing was wrong and he was just looking for... Wiffle.  Jesus Christ what a name.

Eljay!  Hey, what's up bud? Colt asked cheerfully, unable to read his nephew's expression from where he was approaching from.