Redhawk Caldera you're always talking but you're not playing

Even though there were many logical explanations, it still didn't sit well with Eljay. Meerkat should never have left, young as she was, she should've been raised right here amidst the pack. Bronco was old enough to choose for himself. However much it pained Eljay, for he'd gotten used to having Fennec around for the brief time she'd studied with him and her feistiness reminded him of the son he had lost, if it was Fennec or his own pack, he'd have to choose his pack every time. It would be up to Fennec and the other kids, then, to choose the right side of the argument; their old or new pack.

It wasn't about that, though. It wasn't about choosing Wraen over Bronco or Meerkat. It was about choosing for pack and family, and Wraen and Maia were irrevocably a part of that. How could he explain that, though? Eljay felt that Wraen softened as she spoke, understood where he came from, but still she did not relent in her opinion.

I would hope my children to choose for family if it really came to that. This family -- this pack. All of us. Not whatever part of it is convenient. Eljay still believed that both the pack had failed Wraen, and that she had failed the pack by choosing for them rather than helping them decide the next step. If the future matters, and we shouldn't let the past stand in the way, then why can't amends be made between Arcturus and his family? The whole Moonspear thing seems to be exactly a case of the past standing in the way of the future, or -- the here and now, at the least. Things had not been the same since Wraen and Maia had left. Some things had changed for the better for Eljay, but he still felt a big hole. Not just where Maia had stepped out of his life, but Wraen, too. They'd known each other for so long, and she was one of his friends. He didn't want to lose her over some stupid feud that made no sense to him.