The Tangle Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it

Ephraim was following along Drageda's fragrant borders under a smoky afternoon sun when he just... left it. It took a lot of working up his own nerve for him to set his paws outside the pack's claim. He still remembered the raging storm that sent him fleeing from his family, and he remembered the way the wolves from Easthollow looked at them. A part of him feared that leaving the territory even for an hour or two would result in one of those things happening again, only this time it would be his pack's disapproval instead of strangers. But he went anyway, after several days of mustering his courage, because the coyote blood in his veins wanted only to wander and find new haunts.

The terrain outside Drageda's territory proved challenging, but Ephraim rose to it admirably. As he grew, he found new grace and strength in his legs and his feet, lending him the stability he never had as a bumbling pup. He sprang from rock to rock, skipped over troubling holes in the ground, and skirted around thorny shrubs with a vagabond's easy gait. That wasn't to say he was the epitome of grace. He had a long way to go, as evidenced by the spectacular face-plant he did after getting a little too cocky about hopping over a rabbit warren.