Moonspear don't know just where you've been

Dazed and confused, he really didn't understand. First it had been weird, then it got worse. He knew it was bad when even his father was turning up the ice on him. Too young to really contend with these kind of thoughts, he had sneakily let curiosity get the better of him despite all the warnings not to earlier today. He had gained no answers in stalking closer than he had dared in the last few days. Only a noseful of more questions, and a slice across the bridge of that very nosy nose, delivered courtesy his mother--who had to be where that scent came from.

It would explain why everyone in the whole family was acting funky about it, but that still didn't mean he grasped why. He did miss his mom though, and wanted to see her still...

Terrified and lured closer all at once, he hadn't known what to think when faced with it outright, but that whip-crack fast turn of her teeth had got him moving and out of sights before he could bring the questions. That was enough so he had retreated to the borderlands to vent his energy there--especially after no one else intercepted him otherwise. After a long rage-pee and a lot of scuffing up the place with his paws, he marched on to patrol, determined to ignore the sting of the cold, cold wind on his face as he faced it head-on.