Blackfeather Woods Praying to the label itself

He nodded vigorously in agreement. He would never eat a crow or raven even if he were starving.
He'd never want to leave the confines of the woods unless necessary. His friends were here, his Family needed protecting. He was young and small but his heart was strong and mighty.

He tilted his head slightly. It depended on what he felt? Then what of the beastie allowed to enter. Did they not feel the same? He frowned, thinking. He supposed he'd know when he'd know.
He nodded nonetheless, understanding why a feeling would be hard to explain.

Others would smell him if they wanted to come here. "They won't come in then causin' trouble." He grinned, his ears pressed forward with eagerness. He was going to be formidable! The boy nodded at her offer of physical training tomorrow. She was probably busy.
He thought for a moment, then asked, "How do I tell each pack members scent apart if we are one scent?" To him, it seemed a good question. If the pack was one scent, how could he find a certain member in the woods when he needed to without calling? To say, when he would be hunting the beastie.