Bearclaw Valley wandering child

Ashlar far from settled in this new home, but his trepidation was one of suspense rather than dread.  He was surrounded by strangers and could not help his fear.  He carried it with him as he stepped through the unfamiliar, fur on edge, nerves taught, posture low.  It hung about him as a shroud, clear for any to see.

New, fresh-faced, bright eyed, terrified. 

Ashlar tried to use tasks to take his mind off of things and gain more comfort, but he wasn't sure what he should do.  He settled for initially walking the borders, learning the lay of the land and his place in it.  This Forest was full of strange scents that he tried to learn - plants, prey, and packmates alike.