The young male was away from home, bearing the title he held as a chapter like a heavy weight on his shoulders. He didn't feel he deserved it at all. A soft sigh escaped the young man, and he would carry on, gaze lowered, as he took slow step after step. He felt like he didn't know enough for the current rank he held. He felt bad about going to Novella or Frith to ask for more instruction... especially when they just had another litter. He didn't feel it right to ask Legend either... which made the boy wonder what was wrong with him. Since when had he ever had trouble speaking with family? Was there something wrong with him?
The boy would keep walking on. The only one he was really finding ease speaking with was Sorrel, his twin. As much as he loved his brother, however, he was no healer... the names of the herbs never really stuck. Féli would walk on, outside of pack lands, if only to clear his mind. He would walk through the tall grasses, eventually his gaze falling on some female out there with him. She seemed to be... pulling at the ground. Another healer? He would slow, wracking his brain. Something about her seemed familiar... wasn't she apart of Ludicael once upon a time before the packs split? Yes... that had to be it. The boy would approach her, breathing in her scents. The scent was similar... there was no doubt now.
"Are you still with Sawtooth?"
The boy asked, unsure of the changes that had all gone on.
