Stone Circle so i'll follow the birdsong

Little else happened that mattered in the eyes of a small child—the shift in the conversation went unnoticed until his parents shepherded him away, at which point he looked back to the pair of dark-haired wolves who had sternly turned them aside. Click. Just like that, a negative association was made. Ephraim's tail drooped as he fell in behind his family—unlike Illidan, he didn't necessarily associate them with a feeling of being unwanted. Instead, he associated them with hunger, exhaustion, and the pain in his feet, and the fact that that would not be ending anytime soon.

"Hungry," the narrow pup complained, ears turned back as he turned away from Valette and Stark and dragged his paws in reluctant sweeps after his family. Kierkegaard uttered a final threat to the two pack wolves, which piqued Ephraim's ears for a moment, if only because he had never known the dark current laced through his father's tone. No doubt he would one day be forced to face that reality, as all living things are, but for now he cast his sire a curious glance and then hastened after his dog-tired siblings, having already forgotten the altercation, but not the black furs of those who doomed them.