Sun Mote Copse now it's hard to breathe

Eljay smiled meekly as his mother nuzzled his face. The touch felt nice, even though it reminded him too much of Wiffle's gentle touch and how he only had it for such a short time before it had been taken from him. Eljay looked at his mother with shimmering eyes as she asked him a question.

It took some time for him to process it and find the answer once more, because he just didn't know. He wished mommy'd just suggested they bring the pups now, but he knew that she just wanted to give him space to breathe.

Eventually he decided, In a little bit. He glanced at Wraen and Elfie in the distance. When they're done playing.