Jade Fern Grove damage control

In their birth home, he had been eager to scout the plants the lay around the rendezvous site when they had first moved there. Now, in their new home, he was not at all. He still did not see the good in this place; he was certain there was bad behind every tree, under every rock, hidden in every shadow. Yet still, he collected his plants, but he did so within a distinct boundary around his parents, particularly his father, whom the boy latched on to while his mother had become despondent. Despite this, he kept his distance from his family. He did not play, nor speak, nor cuddle.

His mother called to him. He had been resting in a plump patch of ferns, hidden from the world but still near to his family that he could spy their movements between the fronds. He begrudgingly rose to his paws and went to her, a scowl on his face. When he found her, he stopped and stared, his voice hard. "What?"