The Heartwood All the debts I owe

There was no time to wait.

Foxfur traveled from the rocky clan and into the wilderness that surrounded it. His nose searched every scent that passed beneath his moving paws. The weary brown of his eyes scanned the mountains in the distance, wondering how far children might have wandered if they were unaccompanied.

There was a good chance that their mother had taken them, followed them, even hunted after their scent when she realized they had wandered from Moonglow. The warrior breathed a tired sigh and continued to search for the scent of youth upon the wind.

Ahead of him was a dark woodland that would provide fitting shelter. He would search it first.