Hushed Willows You don't wanna know what I know (that you're leaving)

The peace of the grove nestled in the shadows of stones reminded Massaraq of home. He found a knot in the trees, digging it out with his paws and nestling his pack there, he would return for it after hunting and resting, and perhaps gaining a better understanding of this place. The young wolf did his best to find a trail, fresh tracks, the scent, water and going from there. And yet though he turned and turned it felt as if he could not find what he was looking for.

About to give up and return to sleep beneath the willow hungry and wake the next morning with at least rest behind him enough for a fresh attempt he heard tears and frowned to himself. He was careful and cautious in his approach, and yet when he caught sight of a wolf with sunlight on her shoulders crying he found himself drawing nearer. "What's wrong?" His eyes scanned the horizon but he could not find that way the cause for her distress.