Blackfeather Woods Earth to Heaven

He'd been caught and, like a bandit with morals, had accepted the consequences that came with his lack of stealth. Though every muscles was tensed and ready to bolt, he'd ended up turning back around, instead, and headed in the direction of the father-daughter duo. He'd been wrapped up in his own thoughts prior to hearing his name, leaving him without the slightest of clues as to what the younger wolf was doing. Thus, once he was close enough to see the thin rows, his brows instantly knitted together. Burke seemed to know what it was, however, as the boy had arrived just in time to hear him ask why the girl was doing whatever it was that involved drawing lines in the dirt. Not wanting to remain out of the loop, he was quick to ask, "What's with the lines?"

Once upon a time, the boy had been interested in the field of naturalism. He'd never had an adequate teacher, however, and had therefore placed his interest on the back burner so as not to risk making a fool out of himself. Had he not done so, perhaps he would have understood the reasoning for the girl's actions, but alas, he had and was now paying the price for it.