Blackfeather Woods Welcome to a new age

He had followed her, heart swelling with happiness. Somewhere along the way, he had started to miss his mother, but he probably would be reunited with her soon enough. So he had been a good boy, following the moon-lady, who's name he did not know. He had dubbed her moon-lady in his mind, however, and wouls probably be calling her that until she corrected him. 

They came to another scent line that day, Seff's nose being more developed now, noted that these were not the scents of his packmates. It made him slightly uneasy, but he was brave, and trusted in the moon-lady. Looking up at her, curiosity glinting in his eyes, he asked "Where are we, moon-lady? Why everything so dark? Looks cccooooooolll." Cool was a new word for him, one he was quite fond of at the moment.