The young man was alone in the Grove, gazing up at the night sky. “Mother, are you watching over me now?” The young man would ask. He often liked to believe that Raelyn was looking out for him, even though she was long gone from the world. He wanted to rebuild her legacy, no matter what it took. Ears would perk up, his bi-colored eyes almost holding a misty look. On lonely nights such as this he thought of the Barnett Clan and those he had left behind.
A howl would be sent to the skies, calling out to those who might care to listen to a lonely soul. The young man would then lower his head to his paws, giving a soft, uncertain whine. He wasn’t sure what the future held for him anymore. He hadn’t met all that many wolves here in this land and felt more and more uncertain by the moment. Should he just call it quits and go home? Matthias would curl up into a small ball, breathing a small breath out into the frosty air.