Redtail Rise miscommunication leads to everything that has ever happened in the whole of the world

ancelin, put through sparring once more, left his playmates behind. he had been stalking fieldmice alone when aventus found him. the pointed way that his father moved, the set of his dark jaw; these things told ancelin that
yes.
slowly he straightened. he looked at his father, then at the land. his indigo eyes took in the details of the rise beneath the snow, and then his gaze was on aventus once more.
"i'm ready, dad." 
and part of him wondered if they would come back. this was his home. it called to him through every step, every rustle of wind in the trees, every scratchmark in the burned place.
and yet the wind outside the rise beckoned him in a new way. a sensation clenched his stomach and he took a step. "what about aunt avicus?" his face was solemn. "someone died. what if others die while we're away?"