Blackfeather Woods I think I need help

Rowan was bust doing his own games with his blackbirds when the distressed call came. Mother. 
He instantly took off as fast as he could, racing through the forest to get to her. Was she in danger?
He pushed himself harder, ignoring the burning pain of exhaustion. 

Jakoul was there, his Mother distraught. 
Blood. 
Took falling star. 
The world seemed to spin and weave. His brother. 

Rowan caught his breath, pulling it in then started searching. His nose lowered and softly inhaled near the ground, taking in the scents. 
There, a spot. A small clump of fluff, it didn’t smell like his brother. He whined, distressed, and kept moving, trying to find a trail. Something to follow. 
His brother couldn’t go missing.