Jade Fern Grove dad's on a hunting trip

Ikiaq was trying his best, but he did not have a wellspring of patience to dip into so he could deal with every situation perfectly. He could feel temper rising up in his chest when the other child destroyed another plant, and his ears pressed back to his skull.

He would try one more thing. One more.

"How come you're angry?" the brown boy asked, brows drawn together and fur fluffed out. "Did somebody make you mad?" Surely there was something. People normally didn't go on a rampage for no reason.

The older wolf watching them would go unseen for now. Ikiaq was far too concerned with the fern-destroyer Vex to focus on anything else.