Blackfeather Woods If we have each other we’ll be just fine

Even though Mother had told him to stay with his siblings, he decided they could look after themselves. He wasn't sure if they were following him or not -- he was too busy following Mother. He paused when she did, listening to her words. He squinted -- a common gesture when he was learning -- before jumping forward from the bushes.
"I cannot!" He called, charging straight to his mother. In ways, he was simple.

He bounced in front of her, standing on the grave. He reached up on his hind legs to lick her muzzle because she seemed sad. He wanted her to be happy. Why was she sad? Was it the ground? She was looking at it a lot. 
He stared down, baring his teeth at the upturned earth with a soft gargle of a growl.