Blackfeather Woods Purple Spotted Zebras

The prospect of an all-new home excited the little boy beyond belief, though the absence of Vuk still unsettled him. She was late. He was sure that his mother would be here soon, she was never one to leave him for long. The boy had left his caretakers to go on another adventure, wanting to discover his new home. Of the many scents here, none were very familiar. 

The woods he pranced through now where dark and totally unfamiliar, and little light shone through the foliage. The boy did not find the darkness, the constant cries of warring crows frightening, no, he found it all rather exciting. He was silent as he trotted through the forest, pausing often to sniff at things, until he found something that rather interested him. It was a plant, a weed, and from it grew a single purple flower. It was spiky, and exciting looking, and Seff bumbled closer for a look. 

The boy wondered where everyone was. It was silent, otherworldly, here, and his odd feeling came rushing back. He missed Vuk. He missed the mother who had always been with him, always seen to his wounds and played with him and loved him. Moon-lady was nice, exciting, but moon-lady was anything but mama. Sure, they shared a slightly similar coat, but mama was so much more. He gave a little whine, plopping down on his rump and wondering when his mother would get here. She had to be coming soon. She always found him when he was lost. Always.