Sun Mote Copse thread.exe

Eljay smiled at Maia when she said that she would definitely be alright to ask around for Elfie in nearby packs. He knew nothing of the outside world, so he was grateful that someone else wanted to help him with this. She seemed to be eager right away, which gave him hope she'd actually get to it. That's great! he said with a smile. When she asked what Elfie looked like, Eljay quickly elaborated: Oh, right -- He looks -- He thought of Wildfire's red coat and swallowed thickly through a few seconds of silence. -- His coat is red, like... Like Wiffle's. Eljay's smile twitched as his pain was visible on his face. He quickly moved on to the non-Wildfire denomenators: His underside's white and he's got a few freckles on his cheeks, sorta like mine. Oh, and the Blackthorn stripe -- also like me. Except red. Eljay grimaced -- he intended to smile but it got lost somewhere on the way -- as he described his lost son who looked a lot like a mixture between himself and his deceased mate.

He knew he should move on, but... it wasn't easy. It'd never been easy. She was the only one he had ever loved like that, and letting her go was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do; and was still doing.