Sun Mote Copse worry never dies

Thankfully Towhee didn't linger on small talk and cut right to the chase by answering his question. She said that she didn't know where he was, either. Eljay's frown deepened, as he hoped Towhee would know. Elfie had gone to her, to be with her pack, to be under her responsibility. Sure, she'd gotten hurt and sure, she wished she knew where they all were, she said, but that didn't take away her responsibility. He'd let Elfie go there (well, more or less) under the pretense that he'd be safe there with Towhee, and now she stood here in one piece while he did not.

There was little use in being angry with anyone. Eljay bit back his anger, a rare feeling that he wasn't sure what to really do with, and instead asked: Did you look yet? The tone of his voice implied that he assumed she had; she must've, right? Where did he go? Did you find anything? There must've been a scent trail or something there, if she knew he could've gotten away. There must have been something to indicate where he'd gone. There had to be.