Bearclaw Valley as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

The boy tried to make a break for it out of the den mouth, lured by the alien sound of rain hitting the dirt; the smell of it intrigued him too but it was the incessant staccato nature of the stampeding drops that did the trick. All he cared for in that moment was the invasive swarming of that sound, so much like the beating of many hearts — or his dreams, where he is cold and drifting and content — that he does not think of bringing @Astyanax with him; but he takes advantage of @Astara's absence in that moment and plunges from the dark, in to the gloaming.

A new place.
New pack, new home.
A place not blessed by the Ancients, though it feels like it perhaps was once before.
He decided to test his limits, and see if this leadership were watchful and to see where he could and couldn't go.
What will he find today?

Rain showered him consistently.
The even pattering drenched him through to the skin. Made the ground beneath his feet slick and clumpy. Disgusting.
He wasn't very close to the den. A good number of feet. But likely close enough to warrant reprimand from the dark-woman.
Alas, he could take it.
Though, what he didn't expect today was to see some small pebble launch from the den mouth into the open.
Earp stopped, watching. Wondering what would ensue.
Was this how he gets caught?​​