Redhawk Caldera Fire away, fire away.

It seemed at first as if Towhee would avoid him and be on her way. That was okay, Eljay expected it; he'd been bringing her food and attempting to make her eat it, attempted to take care of her ever since her miscarriage. He hadn't succeeded very much, he knew, but it was the best he could do. It was a stark reminder that in the end, Towhee was the only one who could truly decide to take care of herself, the only one who could decide that life was worth living after all of this. He knew that dark and lonely crossroad only too well, and he hoped that she would come out of it, just like he had every time he had dwindled down that road.

However, as she turned to look at him she suddenly turned towards him and started to head out towards him. Eljay looked a little startled, head lifted in surprise and an uncertain awkwardness about him. Before he could process what she was saying — feel what? — she grabbed his paw. Eljay's first instinct was to struggle free, but before he could truly process what was happening he felt the touch of the wiggling against his paw.

His frightened confusion melted into surprise and then, after another second or two, a smile appeared on his face. Oh, Towhee! he said, overjoyed. I'm so happy for you! His tail waved excitedly behind him as he felt truly happy for his friend.