Golden Glade papercut

AW but maybe @Towhee?

Pippin had more or less blocked many of his memories from the Teekon Wilds – of course, there were things he could never erase and had learned to live with instead, but his travels in the various valleys remained a blur to him. The forest his heavy paws swept through now did little to incite nostalgia, and so he could only assume he had not been this far south of the mountains. If, then, he was correct, it meant Lost Creek Hollow was much further north.
 
His amber gaze set off in the distance toward his birth home, his features marred by a frown. The rustling of the brush caused his muzzle to snap forward, his molten eyes hardening as he tried to determine what the cause had been – but a mouse soon escaped from its confines, stopping as it’s nose tipped upward to twitch in the air, scenting him just moments before it seen him.
 
It was a silent stare down – one that stirred a sense of loneliness in the agouti lone wolf. Was this his life now? Having staring contests with mice as they tried to determine if he was worth being wary of? It was insulting, almost, and his lips wrinkled back to expose his fangs before he snapped them at the direction of the little creature, causing it to squeal and twist, racing away from him.
 
That hadn’t been as satisfying as he would have hoped.