Blackfeather Woods damn the torpedoes!

Rowan, being the troublesome child he was, had decided to sneak away in the night.
Whether noticed or not, it didn't bother to the renegade. He couldn't be caught now.
His ears perked at a call, wondering what it was for. When Mother used that tone, they had to go to her. So surely, he should track down the source.

So he did.
New scented passed over his nose. The scents of perpetrators -- which he'd soon find out. 
He slowed, seeing two wolves. One looked like Mother, the other the opposite. His tail waved in greeting: "I helps!" He grinned, ready for something to do. He totally could do anything.