Altar of Twilight my own lived mythology

Of course they would ask him. When he knew the twisting tunnels of Blackfeather Woods so intimately. He is not sure that he is glad that that is all they ask of him. He expects manual labor, punishment for being a member of this pack. But all he has to do his search for his brother. A difficult task, even for him. The tunnels have not been fully explored and the they change with the seasons. He nods his head. Done, He wonders what the pack is truly like, outside these three dread wolves and the young boy. Perhaps they weren't all as brooding or angry. Perhaps they would be no better than home, with only a change of perspective to grant the Woods that edge of darkness about them. He didn't know.