Redhawk Caldera slipping and sliding

Rue nodded apologetically. It was possible the child she recalled wasn't Elfie, and it was also equally possible that her memory wasn't firing on cylinders. She had been hit awfully hard in that landslide. 

"I'm sorry too," Rue answered quietly. "Elfie sounds like he was a really special boy." Rue was a perceptive woman, and it hadn't been much of a leap for her to put two-and-two together. Eljay himself had the freckles, green eyes, and stripe. There was little doubt that Elfie's red-hued pelt must have come from his mother. It was also clear from Eljay's slip between past and present tense that he was speaking about a child who was no longer with them.  

Rue wondered if the child had been lost in the landslide, as she herself nearly was.