He always spends most of the day wandering through the lush meadows nowadays. It was spring. Everything grew vibrant with color, with life—he wanted to see it all with his own eyes.

Still, by nightfall, he would return—only this time, he didn't. This time, he stayed out for far longer—not wandering, not observing, but thinking. Thinking about this strange realm, about these funny people (or wolves, rather) who he'd met in his time here. It was fun. He liked Beltane. He liked playing with his neices, he liked chatting with his sister—but...

Da was still gone. And home was still nowhere to be found.

Dawn broke with a soft blush of color along the east. The fiery-red pup finally returned to the maw of his burrow, his head dipping down into the small crevice with a rabbit clamped between his teeth.

...Ma? His voice was soft, muffled by fur. Brows furrowed with worry. Ma, I've... I got food. He crawled into the space—with every passing day, it was getting smaller and smaller; more cramped to rest in.

He missed home. His spacious bed, the house.

A damp nose nudged at Epona's pale fur. I wanna talk to ye. He murmured. He dipped his torso to rest upon the ground—he could only pray that she wouldn't scold him for his sleepless night-time escapade.