Jade Fern Grove damage control

For several moments he did nothing but stare at his mother, as if she was the sole reason his world was upside down, but it was not her fault, and he did not blame her. In truth, the sour Frostfur was not entirely sure what his problem was. He truly had no specific reason to hate their new home, nor any real reason to love the one they had lost. He simply felt out of sorts, and it did not help that his mind was slowly becoming burdened by pervasive thoughts that were not his own.

"It's not fair," he sniffed. He slumped, falling back on his rump and hanging his head. His ears were slicked back and his brows still knitted. "Why couldn't the storm go somewhere else? Why did we have to move? We don't know this place..." he glanced around with a wrinkled muzzle. "What if something gets us?"