Blackfoot Forest light and vibration

"It is not up to us, Hosannah," he tells her quietly, sharing her concern and confusion. He had searched the territory for prey and herbs and found nothing-- not even the stinking foxes lingered in their home. The few places he'd wandered outside the territory had held few promises, and the small peak he'd climbed had shown him no hope. He did not bother to send others on missions for fear of losing members of his beloved pack to hunger and fatigue. It was selfish, but he truly believed that there was nothing within reach for them. 

His head falls back, and he looks up to the sky with a perplexed face. "I do not believe in one specific God-- I assume you are aquainted with that term-- but I believe there is someone higher than us out there," he begins, his crown tipping back down. "If we were meant to leave, we would have found reason to-- I have found no reason to leave." And, in few days time, Emily's return would only further motivate him to stay in Rosings to defend the land they'd originally claimed.

"I believe we are to protect one another at all costs-- and there is no need to venture from Blackfoot in order to do that."