Sun Mote Copse sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions

the boy had been lost for a short while, and his stomach had started to sound like some haunting ghoul – moaning and begging for anything to sate the hunger that existed there. as good as he had become at chasing stars, deku had found that his ability to hunt and fend for himself had not been developed well enough to sustain him. if the young boy spent much more of his time out there, he would surely have found himself swept away by the vicious wilderness.
 
as the two-toned pup wandered through the various terrain, he had started to feel very lost. all that he wanted was to hear the voice of his mother calling him back to their home. while it may not have been very long, deku knew that he needed to find someone who could help him before it was too late.
 
this was when he found himself at the edge of a claim. the scent of it was familiar. he was forced to recollect the memory of a young grey and white female who had come to visit him in the woods. she had brought joy with her. she had made him feel like he was not alone, and deku had been grateful for her. in a half-hearted voice, the young starchaser drew his head back and called out to anyone who might hear him. then, he waited.