Moonspear pierce the sky

It had taken a bit of hum-hawing on his part; had he done the right thing? What if Eamon found him and wanted to go back? Would this cause an even greater rift to form between his family, Ithie, and himself? H wasn't even sure he would make a good fit for them; he was young and inexperienced. Sure, his grandfather had taught him a lot, but applying it to an actual situation was the greatest test and he hadn't been able to do that thus far. He didn't want to be a burden, so these thoughts made him restless. 

Soon the fingers of dawn began to lick at the horizon, coloring the sky a brilliant turquoise. Jura lifted his head and watched the light grow from his warm bed beneath a pine. Suddenly, a howl pierced the skies, followed quickly by a chorus of voices. A surge of anxiety raced through him and he rolled to his feet, ears slanted back towards the source of Charon's song. He hesitated for a moment, only to add his voice to the claiming howl with his low, sonorous tones. 

He made his choice.