Rising Sun Valley need a little happy ever after

@Freyja
He felt the need to simply get away, to walk until the swirling thoughts within his head dispersed. Through the the mountains, and northward, thinking little of direction. He had led his family to Blackfeather, and now he doubted the sanity under which he had been operating. As he grew, no longer in the physical sense, mostly, but in the mental sense, the dark wood and its members went from an exciting source of knowledge and mystery to something quite simply not right. 

And he he had no idea what to do. He loved his mother fiercely, and the thought that he could have made a mistake advocating for the dark wood landed a blow. As summer faded, so did the light of intrigue he had been enthralled by, and he was at a loose at what to do. Simply stick it out until the winter was over? 

Dejected, he stopped at the brink of a small glade, settling against the frosted ground and settling his head on his paws, staring unseeing at the meadow before him as he simply thought, remembering oddly something he had heard a traveler say. What kind of man are you?