Blackfeather Woods Great big world

The sun was low in the sky, rendering the forest near complete darkness. He trot out of the wood, entering a small clearing where the light penetrated the leaves more so than in the deepest wood. He had grown accustomed to his life in the deep woods, though recently he had felt the oddest feeling. Guilt. He had no name for it, but at quite times, it consumed him. Reek. Vuk. Jhala, Terich-Mir. Where were they all, and we was he not more upset? He should be. But he loved his new home, the places to explore, the land, the secrets and mysteries that so called to him. He felt...at home, changed to better adapt here. He sorely missed his mother, and yet he went on with his daily life, trying to forget his guilt and sadness in daily going-ons. 

But now the worry and saddness he felt at not seeing his mother in so long flooded back. He would find his way back, when he was big and strong. But now...there was so much to do, and he didn't want to make the bigger wolves angry. Not like Xan had been. So he paced the clearing, tail switching back and forth as he went, wanting something to do, something to strive towards so he could ignore his bad feelings. He'd see Vuk again. He would.