Barrow Fields barren hearted wanderers

Uncharacteristically, the dark Ostrega had a wild hair today and decided to range out past the Keep. He sought anything to keep himself distracted. Mainly, lately, it seemed hunting helped him do that the most. He desperately wanted to get better at that for his family, but it was touch and go. Some days were better than others and with everything else seeming so miserable -- his brother missing, his mother hurt, and home not feeling like much of one lately, it was easy to get discouraged.

He put on his serious face today though and stretched his long, lean limbs out across the open field. He didn't know what would be ahead yet something compelled him forward, more and more. At the very least, he wanted to return home with something to show for it.. even if it was only a tiny kill to offer his wounded mom while she mended. Or, so he hoped she was actually mending. He worried about that.

Silas quivered his nose into the wind once he finally slowed up. Maybe Pippin had gone this way, he thought fleetingly. But he had nothing to suggest that. Not even a single clue, and his tracking skills were definitely not enough to pull something from thin air -- try as he might, or wish to it be so. 

The landscape stayed uninteresting, and was starting to make him uneasy somehow. He moved on a little slower now, not sure how much further from the willows he could willingly go without a good reason to press him forward.