Firefly Glen Thoughts on the Wind

All Welcome! @Creed, this is mostly because I need to post, least he goes inactive c:

Hviske had caught his second rabbit since he'd gotten to this part of the land, consuming it quietly while he waited for his companion. He liked thinking over food; it gave the mouth something to do, so the head could focus. Pack-scent drifted across the land, and in the mind, Ma kept at her insistence that he was not by himself; to find a pack, to care for him in her stead. Yet he wasn't alone, so she could hush as much as he loved and missed her. 

How could he ever hope to replace them? 

Maybe that wasn't what he needed, no. Hviske would never merely replace his family. Toss that thought away, young man. Creed was, well - she was there, wasn't she? The only wolf he knew here, one that let him stay at her side like a misguided pup she'd adopted. She'd never be his blood-mother, but she was certainly the closest thing he had at the moment to a pack he felt comfortable with. His thoughts seem to have shifted recently, from inadequacy to the thought of memorizing many names and faces.

He took another bite of his rabbit, one leg over its body to prevent it from moving.