The Heartwood the forest is forever

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father had told him not to wander too far.

falcon scoffed.

his legs are swift as they carry him away from the glen and into the woodland nearby, thick as it was. though each step is more cautious than the last, and his eyes roam curiously.

he was amazed by the large gathering of wolves they had come upon. falcon had been too nervous to interact with too many, and frankly? disturbed by all the differing pack scents. what did it all mean? why would so many wolves come together in one place, putting aside any potential differences and conflicts?

falcon’s strides slow as he turns, looking over the small clearing he finds himself in. and he sighs, dejected. 

with a deep flare of his nostrils, the young wolf tastes for any blooming scents on the wind. a rabbit would taste great right about now. or maybe another one of those marmot things magui had given him.

falcon’s shoulders roll with anticipation.

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