Blacktail Deer Plateau Tired are your splendid soldiers

Things got really deep really fast and, as Sunny expected, they got awkward fast, too. He hadn't meant to elicit some sort of sagely advice from the Morningsider, nor did he think he needed any. Burr loved his family deeply, and knew there were mess ups on all sides, and didn't feel he needed to be told that. But it was rather more complicated than that—had Mawk and Illecebra been there then maybe Rowana wouldn't have wandered off—and he lapsed into troubled silence until Sunny excused himself to go check on the pack.

"All right," he said softly, mustering a smile for the older wolf before parting ways. In the end, Sunny wasn't wrong, but the feelings were still so fresh that Burr hadn't had time to process them, let alone make any mature decisions about them. In a matter of weeks he would be old enough to join the adult ranks of Easthollow, but he didn't feel ready for that, nor did he want to. He didn't like the pack, and he didn't know how to feel about going home now that he felt strange about his parents' long absence.

He wasn't ready to really talk about it or hear reason on it—mostly he wanted someone to see it from his end and offer support—so he went on his way, quiet for the remainder of the day.