Blackfeather Woods Praying to the label itself

When she refused his invitation to play, he felt down heartened. He kept to his bow for a moment longer, looking for any signs of feigning. He wasn't very susceptible to sneak attacks -- too suspicious. 
However, when he stood her explanation came and it made sense. He couldn't be distracted by other things if he was to protect. To protect meant he had to look out, that was what being a guardian was. 
Always.

He wasn't always alert when Issy had gone missing. Did that make him a failure? Surely not, he didn't know then. But by being a guardian, it made his responsible, did it not? Could he yet be classed as a guardian so young and untrained? He frowned, thinking hard over Tundra's words. 
He nodded, walking along beside her. 
No, he couldn't be responsible for Issy.
He shook his coat out, freeing himself from his thoughts and trotted to catch up, grinning now. 

Ears forward to pick up any strange sounds. All he could hear were the caws of the black birds. 
He kept an eye out, like he was told, but smelt nothing new. Though he did happen to notice scents like his siblings but not his siblings. Were there others like them? Probably. He could be responsible for protecting them.

The ambled along quietly, looking out for anything amiss. He noticed the trees, the increasing light. It got brighter? He moved to a quick trot, wanting to get past the trees quicker. Was it possible that the trees could disappear altogether? It seemed so when he was greeted with the bare landscape before him. The water, flat, rolling fields and in the distance the land seemed to rise and tower, overlooking everything. 
Rowan gaped, not knowing what to do. He didn't want to stop looking or move away but it scared him, not having the closeness of the trees. Not having shelter or limits. He didn't want to go out there either.

And that's only a tiny bit of it.