Dragoncrest Cliffs Romance never goes unpunished

Lava returned, shame-faced and slow, to the borders of Drageda at the hour of high noon. It was an overcast day, dreary much like this loiterer, but the smell of the sea and the tell-tale promises of a distant rain could not distract him from the fact that his mother had taken up a strong mantle here in Heda's absence.

The yearling swallowed hard, uneager to invite what he knew would come: the oppressing disappointment, her jagged and fearsome expression, the piling on of guilt he had loads of already... the list went on for the anxious young wolf. How could she possibly forgive him for abandoning his duties so freely and without reward? His being led astray was  truly just a testament to his age, but this didn't serve him well as an excuse nor did it make him feel any better to know. He just felt foolish, and it was with a note of grim reluctance did he bay loudly for leadership; asking chiefly for the presence of his shadowy mother @Helix.