Deepwood Weald father

The ocean was far different than anything Ludo had known. Loud, present, open. He couldn't imagine listening to gulls and waves day in and day out.

Though he had to admit, listening to Angel speak of her childhood was appealing. He had never been around other litters until Moonglow, and he would be too old to play with them for some time. It was hard to imagine, but it would have been nice to grow up with close friends.

I'm not sure what I need.. He responded, staring out to the distance where the water met the sky. I don't know what will make Moonglow feel like home.

The words slipped from his tongue without thought, and he seemed to sink after it was spoken. But it was the truth. None of this felt like it was his, and he didn't know how to change that. Not yet.