Jade Fern Grove home grown and a little hideous

On that day, Pasha reversed the usual direction that he took along the borders. He had been so keen to follow the same trodden path that his father had taken with him that one day that he had stuck to it — the monotony got to him. Going the opposite direction put things in a new perspective for him and had the sun been out, they would have equally been in a new light.

With the return of his mother and siblings, Pasha had hoped that things would have gone back to normal. But tensions and unease were still palpable throughout the Grove, though he could not have quite put a paw to why. The desire to keep them safe though, that still burned bright within him and rightly so, he had not let up in his own round of the borders. The rain wouldn't stop bears, so why should it stop them?

Carefully, he rounded a bend littered with barbs from reaching brambles and pushed on, damp but not chilled. A flash of white through the foliage up ahead gave him pause for a moment and his hackles prickled uncomfortably at the thought of who could have been just beyond his obscured view. Quietly, he went forward, thinking it may have been that nosy loner from a few days ago. This was dispelled immediately however, when as he parted the brush he found that it was only his mother.

Sighing relieved, Pasha stepped forward to greet her with a wave of his tail.

"Hi Mama."