Hushed Willows all that we mourn is already here

Whatever was going on, it seemed very improper to him.  They obviously didn't care that his sister was still missing and they apparently weren't going to do anything about it.  He wandered kind of close to whatever was going on, trying to hear just a little before he moved on, feeling even more steadfast in his convictions.  They were awful and apparently nobody else could see -- they were too blinded by whatever sugary sweet facade the foul witches put on.  It was so fake! How could nobody else figure it out?

Whatever.  He was basically a prisoner here until he figured out some place he could take Brilliance to where they could hide.  Ok, sure, anywhere would just about be better but it wasn't like he'd been able to go explore.  Those idiots still chased after him like he was a baby. But how could he be a child after everything that happened?  Just because they broke their own kids and made them helpless, pathetic things without a lick of common sense didn't mean that they had any right to treat him the way they did.  They'd never respect him because he wasn't their blood.  Because he refused to kneel to them and everything they'd ever done had made things worse.  Instead he turned back toward somewhere less populated to go mope about some more. 

Except he was pretty sure that there wasn't supposed to be a rock or a tree stump or something there.  In the low light and his distracted state it took him a moment to process that was another wolf.  Not anyone he knew, but... what was she looking at?   He took a few steps out from under the trees and craned his neck to try to see what must have been so interesting.  He wasn't seeing it, it was just the sky.