Northstar Vale Bye don't follow me!!

@Rannoch maybe.

The vale was very big, and he very wasn't. This fact, coupled with his abrupt shift in personality, meant that secluding himself from the adults was actually pretty easy. He didn't go far though. The fear of being snatched up by a bear was much more powerful than his need for privacy.

Titmouse had found a band of trees that looked different from all the rest. They were old, and twisted, and held nothing upon their boughs despite the season. They were scary at first; he quailed in their shadow when he began his investigation, slinking along and making sure nothing was really hiding in the dark. Once among them is was clear they were just big old trees. The more he explored the more he understood: branches had fallen, split, disintegrated, or otherwise grown in a pattern that resembled a cage. A ring of safety.

But the center of the ring wasn't empty. There was a fern or something. Something new and bright and green, which totally off-set the gloom of the moment. Titmouse, feeling particularly emo in the moment, advanced upon the weak sapling without a thought and began to wrassle with it. He bat at the thing with his paws, snapped with his teeth, and even tried to bow it down by slamming his chest against it; this hurt, so he only tried a few times.

He was angry, suddenly. Frustrated that he couldn't grab a little branch for long, frustrated that the tree (although small) was more formidable than himself. He launched with more fervor, but continued to miss the mark.