Blackfeather Woods across the hallowed ground

Amun wiggled when he felt Jakoul's nose against him. She explained in her brief manner of speaking that she was one of the leadership ranks. She called it a Morta, and he nodded on the ground in response. Jakoul motioned him to rise, and he flopped over sloppily, tail wagging behind him in little flits.

Amun was home.

The thought made a soft, almost unsure smile cross his face. The grey boy now followed close by his Morta's side, sniffing the air excitedly as they moved. The trees smelled of pine, willow, oak, and a mess of others. He was certain for a moment he caught a glimpse of tiny wolf tracks, a sure sign of pups.

As Jakoul led him, Amun asked, "How big is this place?" The trees seemed never-ending, but they had come from a meadow. What was on the other side?