Sorrel never coped incredibly well in a pack environment at the best of times though a mourning one troubled him even more than usual. He was sad as well of course, his grandparents had died even as distant as he had kept himself from the pair he could still feel there was a loss and it had hit the family hard. Perhaps that now was the real reason he sought to get out, not to escape the sadness exactly but simply to escape.
For once Ellingham had gotten the idea as well, the owl had gone off flying elsewhere. Sorrel wasn't entirely convinced his companion had left him entirely, was likely still somewhere in earshot but for now he at least felt alone. Those he liked the quiet, the wolf didn't often travel far and although he paid no real attention to where exactly he was heading, he just continued to walk now. He had no real reason to be out now, sure there were probably some sort of plants he could be gathering though healing wasn't even on his mind right now, he just tried to clear it.
