Ocean's Breath Plateau The son returns

If Rolayne had known the thoughts going through his father's head, he might have put them to rest. He had never been angry at Rodyn, he had never really blamed him. He was just confused, and he knew all he wanted was his whole family together. There was no one wolf he pointed his frustrations at, except himself, maybe. 

He felt the muzzle run along his ear, the ear twitching once with a tickle. He turned so that he was side to side with Rodyn, leaning just a bit to touch his shoulder to his. He thought for moment, then turned his head towards his Dad. I'm ready to run, he replied. Though, this time he would remain here instead of running off to another pack. He was also ready to eat. While he had chased his fair share of game around the packlands, it had been to terrorize them, not to catch them. That part, he hadn't really learned yet, though he had watched others do it. He waited to see if Rodyn would lead the way.