Blackfeather Woods the eye wide open

By the time he recovered from the leaf's attack on his throat, the raven had gone and he had forgotten what he had been doing anyway. Padding back along his own trail, he soon started on to Ramsay's track and followed his nose to where his brother slept by the stone. It was the middle of the night. He was tired. Sleep was a good idea now that he had investigated the moon, followed a raven, and choked on a dry leaf.

Euron lowered himself down, curling into a ball and pressing close against his littermate's spine. But the air was cold and his brother was simply not enough warmth. He was soon back on his feet, whimpering about his sore mouth and overall discomfort. Fortunately, for them both, another packmate was awake that night and heard the boy. They were soon placed back where they belonged in the den, safe from predators and from the cold bite of autumn.