Shadewood shake your bones

Okay, so he wasn't entirely up-to-speed on the Redhawks becoming two distinct packs or anything, but he knew his parents had moved to a territory nearby and he saw that as their retirement going in to stronger effect. He didn't choose to go with them - Tywyll was enamored by the idea of being parentless for the first time in his life, as any teenager might be. His efforts to be noticed didn't seem to work out either; those that remained within the Redhawks were too busy with the coming of spring (and Tywyll wasn't well versed in that yet either). Feeling somewhat abandoned but mostly free to to whatever, he decided to start exploring outside of his family home.

Today he went west, following the ridge until the plateau stopped being familiar and some dark trees swarmed in his vision. He was unafraid, filled with that stupid-kid-bravado that most tenth graders exuded, and thus he went traipsing through the woodland without any care to the scents or sounds around him. He noticed a collection of mark-scents that should have clued him in, but he was feeling particularly bold today — so he raised a leg and pissed all over that mark, chuckling to himself all the while. Once he was finished, he scraped at the dirt with his hindpaws and went on his way.

However, he didn't get far. The scent of wolf was prevalent but so was the scent of food, with an earthy twinge, and it got him curious. Tywyll bee-lined for that smell and only stopped when he noticed a pearly white stranger investigating some darkness ahead of himself. Maybe if he was sneaky enough he could get closer — but even as he thought this, reaching with a careful step and putting his weight down, the twigs beneath his broad paws crackled like bubblewrap, and would serve to pinpoint his location in the shadows.