Hushed Willows get me drinkin' that moonshine

perhaps a @Kyrell if u have the time?

hearthwood rose from the ashes, and boone felt a strengthening pride. he found a confidence he had never known before in this new position, this new life. he spent his days filling caches with small prey, fine-tuning borders; organizing, talking. he was busy in a way he never had been before.
and now, as the sun flickers between the bare-branched trees sparsely peppered throughout the hollow, he soaks in the quiet afternoon.
a swarm of ravens linger and peck at something buried in the banks. the cold numbs the tips of his toes as he swerves to divert his path and avoid them; he barks out a triumphant whoop as they ignore his presence. but as the echo springs off the trees and begins to stagnate, he realizes —
for the first time in weeks, he is alone.