Panther Park For now I'm young but I get older and older

He wandered on. Thinking. Plotting. He would build his own pack but he needed members. Recruits.
Where would he find them?
He wandered through the forest, being mindful of the panthers that could easily be scented. His restricted vision didn't help much. But that was past and this is now. Now, he wanted to start his own life.
He knew Mor had tried to come this way. Said she would in the name of Quen's memory. The Wise-Woman was long gone. He just hoped Flicker didn't have the same idea.

He wanted to look for herbs to carry with him. Moss, perhaps willow bark and borage leaves. And just about anything else that is helpful, he supposed. Foraging was often better with two pairs of eyes than one -- though in his case it would be just three eyes.