Blackfeather Woods Tried so hard

East.

The temptation to rush forward and seek out the child was almost unbearable, though he managed to hold off; he could not act impulsively, for he was no longer as young as he once was nor capable of leaving the woods for extended periods of time. As much as he disliked the realisation, he knew that the search for the child was not his to complete, given how he could not leave the woods behind—especially not now, with their numbers so low and the newest lives so young. “When you are well, you will go out and you will search for her,” he stated, staring the female down. She had seen Maegi last, she was currently the most equipped to find her.

“Bearclaw Valley?” he repeated back, ears perking up. “What was the name of the wolf you met from there?” That the name was familiar to him, he did not let on; he acted the same as he would towards the name of any location, interested just enough to learn more but not so much so that it became suspicious. Had one of his children ventured back home? Or, perhaps, had another found the valley and realised its potential? Curious though he was, he did not ask any of the questions that floated through his mind, nor did his expression betray him.