Blackfeather Woods Breathing in the chemicals

Another entered the clearing, a dark shape. It was not mother, but the other-mother he had met days before. He stared a moment, but the absence of sound and movement did not excite him in the least, and his gaze fell away. Soundlessly, he surveyed a moment longer before standing, and turning away from the dark man and the den he had emerged from, fast paced paws taking him away, into the Glenn and likely, should the man not intervene, to become lost somewhere in the small yet huge area to the young one.