Sleepy Fox Hollow ...what use is this howling tenderness?

Pushing back through the trees, the young wolf flicked his ears forwards, trying to catch his siblings' voices. His mood was back up, yet their was still a prick if hurt. It did not show on his face, his eyes with his usual sparkle in  them. Starting to trot, his tail swayed from side to side, his stout body easily going through the brush and trees. He didn't think they would worry too much since he ran off regularly to explore. Hoping they wouldn't ask questions, he began to hear murmuring and slowed slightly. It was definitely warmer down here, and he wrinkled his muzzle. Yet the new smells and surroundings peaked his curiosity, making the heat a minor annoyance. Seeing white, he emerged from the trees and let his paws carry him to his siblings, although he stopped a few yards from them.