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

She used the tone.
The tone was the thing he knew the adults used when they didn't want to say things fully. Like why his mother kept pushing him away and making him eat the meat she gave him. 
His brows furrowed as he waddled backward, still on his haunches, to see her face. He liked her eyes, they looked like the leaves with the light on them. 

Lost. When something couldn't be found, right? How can she lose a whole brother? He'd always found falling star just fine, following his scent. Or his goofy ass, whichever trace he found first. Maybe she wasn't as good tracker as him.
This was a long thought process.
Now, how to make her feel better...
"I look!" He bounced up, his tail wagging. If she couldn't he certainly could. He was the best tracker by far. He darted away and plunged his nose into the dirt, inhaling it then immediately spluttering and sneezing.
He shouldn't have done that.