Seaside Moors natives kneel in prayer by their caravans

The boy had taken to wandering the moorland, exploring all the places between his patrols and hunting attempts.
He really needed to learn how to hunt better.

On this occasion of wandering, though, he seemed to happen upon a more secluded den surrounded with scents he felt like he should remember, but doesn't quite.
He couldn't place the smell and wandered closer, curious.

A small child popped it's head from the den and started sniffing around.
His ears pressed forward, standing perfectly still.
Then, his tail waved softly and he chuffed, taking another few steps forward, uncertain on what to do.
His curiosity warred with his instincts to stay away.