Emberwood right here is where my friends they used to live

Open to anybody (:

The days grew shorter, the night colder. Where was he? Where was mother? Father? His sisters? The warm den he remembered? Huger clawed at the Sveijarn's stomach; his mind delirious; body exhausted.

He had followed Tuwawi's tracks the night she had silently left the den, the mother unaware her eldest absconded into the night. It wasn't long before the young boy had become hopelessly lost, meandering far from Duskfire's borders. Without a guardian to care for him, Valtýr quickly withered. His large paws and ears juxtaposed a frail and skeletal body, sooty pelt limp and dull. The baleful moon cast a wary eye upon the weak traveler, who found comfort in a crook between the roots of a large and barren maple. The biting cold netteled his knobby joints as he tucked his brackish muzzle beneath one leg in preparation for the last lonely night.