Stone Circle Abide by the laws

Illecebra and Mawk did their best to console him, but the mind of a child invented terrors far beyond consoling. Valette had attacked him. No amount of soothing words or explanation was going to take away the effect of that—only time. An older wolf would surely understand that a whelping mother was a force to be reckoned with, and that disturbing one was asking for it. Burr still didn't even understand that pups smaller than him existed, that Valette had pups in that den, or that they were the reason she had come at him. He didn't know where pups came from and he wasn't yet able to comprehend that women needed their privacy. All he knew was that Valette was a monster.

In short, he was just a little too young to make sense of what had happened. As far as he could understand, he had poked his head into a den and been attacked for it. The association was made without regard for the true situation, which he didn't understand. Dens equaled being attacked. For that reason it would be several days before Burr ventured out again, and several more days before he was comfortable going beyond the den site, and probably months before he was comfortable near any den but his family's.