Bramblepoint born and bred and forged from flames

Sorry for the wait on this! RL work and also IC limbo caused a delay.

Titmouse was finally back among his family, and he had sworn to stick with them forever. Forever was a long time. He had been hasty to make the claim, although the full weight of it had yet to sink in. He wasn't afraid to slip away from the territory either; his promise hadn't been so literal, and besides, Tit really wanted to retrace his steps. He wanted to remember exactly what happened when he'd gotten lost.

So, as he wandered and explored, he found his way back to the Bramblewood. He doesn't recognize much of it, although the boy does pass by the nook in the trees where Towhee had found him that first time. He avoids it, feeling a sense of dread coursing his veins at the mere thought of his sister. The detour then took him towards a strange path. It wasn't much, but the boy felt as if he'd been here before, beneath a giant oak tree and surrounded by the various clusters of birch; they all looked different now in the autumn, but there was enough.

Just beyond the oak, Tit followed a bend between the trees - a game trail maybe - and in the process he widened that trail. If this was the path he had taken, he must've been much smaller. As he shot out the other side of the path he was met with bright sunlight, the scent of distant flowers (the meadow! He remembered that much), and some kind of giant silver bear thing, who is lurking within a copse of southern trees. Titmouse lets out a small gutteral sound in his shock, and then ducks behind one of the many bramble bushes that give the place its name.