Wapun Meadow According to the map, we've gone about four inches

OOC: Anyone besides family members, looking to socialize him with some strangers!

He crept away in the early morning, driven by anxiety and stress to put distance between himself and his family. They were doing their best, his parents, but in his addled and hunger-weak state, Ephraim couldn't help seething at them, too. There was much he didn't understand—why had they left home? Why hadn't they stayed with the dark-coated devils of Easthollow, what had gone wrong there? Why did they keep moving instead of just staying somewhere? Why wasn't there enough food? Why did they keep dragging him around?

Not young enough to ignore his situation but not old enough to properly comprehend it or answer those questions, Ephraim was left frustrated. His hunger, exhaustion and stress all manifested as aggression and the tension he felt was only going to grow, so he walked to try to let it out. He wandered out into the fields, far enough away that he was no longer visible from their makeshift camp, and there he encountered a small field mouse, which easily evaded his clumsy and uneducated paws as he scrambled after it.