Grouse Thicket quercus

He breathed a quick breath of gratefulness when his silver companion said that he too was new to that area. This made his confidence more alluring somehow. 

To boldly journey where he knew nothing, nobody, that was an admirable thing. 

Different than running away from something, Crowfeather reminded himself. Shame burned hot on his cheeks. He glanced toward the silver male with an expression that could have been hopeful. 

It was this that drew his attention to the bird. 

Not wanting to lose the shape of the wolf he had found, Crowfeather quaked and crouched down into a hunter's prowl. He would follow the other male's lead.