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For a few moments, he felt like Wraen was taking his side- and that was pretty gratifying. But he should have known better- as Wraen was the kind of wolf who sought not to take a side, but to understand both of them. This idea was somewhat of a novel concept to him, as he more or less figured that there was a right side and a wrong side, and he was fairly certain that in that situation, he'd been the good guy. Sugar had asked him why he'd done it- and he couldn't remember exactly what Elfie's response had been, but it had been something along the lines of calling them idiots. 

His brow furrowed when it was implied that he should consider lending Elfie a bit of sympathy...But he still hadn't quite come to terms with the situation well enough to accept an apology, if one ever came, or to forgive him regardless of whether he ever saw Elfie again. He knew what it felt like to lose a parent; and Wraen was right...Eljay had been mourning Wildfire's death. He'd never thought what it might be like to have to mourn someone and still have to take care of their children at the same time. He hadn't really even told his own mother that he was sorry she'd lost her mate- he'd been so focused on his own grief, and she'd done everything she could have done to make him feel better. It made him realize that perhaps, he'd been a bit selfish; and he looked up when Wraen even mentioned the same word. Yeah; she was probably right. Both of them had been selfish, and neither had listened to the other. 

"I still feel like he did the wrong thing." He said. "An' it's on him for not apologizing. But...I dunno. It's up to him. I don't think I'd be happy to have him back in the pack, unless he came forward an' apologized." He said. This wasn't a grudge he was willing to let go of quite yet; not until he at least got validation that Elfie had done something wrong- and that he knew it. 

She mentioned a name he'd only heard on hushed breaths a couple of times before. He remembered his mother hissing it, once, angrily, before she returned to her grieving. He contemplated the situation a bit. This Kiwi, then, was the child of their former leader- but in his eyes, she was a murderer. "What will you do if she ever comes back?" He asked, then.