King Elk Forest Tinker Tailor, Soldier Sailor

Looking for @Primo (hope you don't mind the powerplay), @Carlotta can also jump in if she wants ;p

A splinter group of the Ferretti family set off into the Wilds in the early morning with the intention of scouting. They eventually came to a forest and the present Ferretti's slipped into the cover of its wooden embrace. For a while, they walked in silence until Giancarlo broke the quiet spell with apprehension.

"I have no idea what I'm doing," muttered Giancarlo under his breath as he stole a nervous glance at his father who walked at his side. Uncertainty ruled the mind of the head of household as he began to second guess his decision to uproot the entire family from the Saltlick Basin. Even under the threat of conflict and strife, anything was better than this. The forest, it was stripped bare. Nothing green remained. What once appeared to be a sprawling wood was now nothing more than a skeleton -- a graveyard of spindly trees.

The Don felt as if he was leading his family into certain death. The Ferretti family was his responsibility after all. His father, Primo, would understand that more than any other wolf -- as he had once been in the same position as Giancarlo. His rule, of course, had been more decisive, but no Don went without struggle. 

He looked around and shook his head with dissapointment. "What should we tell the family Dad?" Surely, they were all waiting with baited breath back at the camp for the information Giancarlo and Co set out to gather.