Chimera Fields why'd you bring a shotgun to the party

He knew he could go to the pack where his father now resided, where his half-brother led, but Waxwing found he wasn't keen on that idea. He had spent the last several months tied to his dying mother, and now he wanted nothing more than to wander and see the world on his own. Perhaps some time to himself would help him process all that had happened.

When he laid olive eyes on a pretty thing around his age, Waxwing approached with a woof and an inviting wag of his tail.