Herne was not often inclined to wander far from his den, but the territory of Threar was certainly safe enough that he felt comfortable with stretching his legs a little. Still a little shaky on his limbs, Herne took occasional breaks during his wanderings, his breath coming in soft little pants as he recovered his energy. His muscle strength was still lacking, though it was slowly building as Herne pressed his limits further and further in his small forays into the outside world. He would never be the wild card of his siblings - dusk always found Herne trotting obediently back to his den and curling up near whichever parent was closest.
It was only the trail of his mother that would manage to drag Herne this far from home. Normally, he would have headed back after much less time than this, but Herne had been attempting to practice his tracking in the aftermath of his first lesson. It had not gone horribly awry, but instead, Herne had found himself growing aware of an entire aspect of the territory that he had not paid much attention to before. The lands around him had a myriad of different smells, and trying to pick them apart had been what lead Herne to discovering the scent trail of his mother.
From there, he had simply followed it along as best he could. He had lost in a few places, but he had managed to track his mother down at last. Tail wagging enthusiastically, Herne bounded forward and flopped down at his mother's paws. He was panting a little, rather tired from his small voyage, but overjoyed by the comforting sight of his mama. Instead of trying to talk, Herne took a few moments to catch his breath, grinning happily up at his mother.
