Blackfeather Woods And I don't know where I'm gonna go

He strode through his forest, aiming to go straight to the altar which happened to lay on the other side of the woodland. Maybe he would pass through the Redgrove, the roses would have withered by now with the pestilence of winter and would look perfect settled in the bone.

But his fur bristled with agitation or discomfort. Someone was watching.
He stopped, and a voice called out a heartbeat after. He turned to look for them, his tail waving softly. Another new Fledgling.
He put down the bone, placing his paw possessively over it, keeping it slightly tucked under him. 

"Hey," he replied with a grin, "I'm Rowan, you must be new." He hadn't seen him either. So they might as well introduce themselves.