Poco alato stelle

Starling was a very long way from home, and that worried him immensely. He didn't like this, especially seeing as he had no idea how to get back. It had been a very long journey just getting to the healing...party (there had been so many stranger wolves!), and he hadn't taken his time to remember the sights, scents or land markings. So, needless to say, Starling was very lost. With a heavy sigh and a pitched whine he plopped himself down the weird...ground of the shrine, head lowered and eyes closed. At this pace he'd never get home! And Finch would be worried, and his dad would be mad...and Shrike would probably laugh when they found Starling. The little flower child was very bright, but he had no..."street" smarts, if you wanted to call it that. Natural instincts were rather lacking for him, if it didn't have anything to do with healing or pain. One would think his overwhelming anxiety would have kept him home, kept him somewhere safe where he knew how to get back to his den. But no, his overwhelming desire to learn everything he could about healing won out, and he had gone very far away from home. With the heaviest of sighs he'd lift his head, gazing at the odd...dead trees. It was weird, it was like this place was dead, but the spring and the plants that sat along or within the weird rocks said otherwise. He didn't know this place at all, which caused another pitched whine to vibrate along his throat. ""Padre...Mi sono perso"" He whined heavily, his eyes closing as he tried his damndest to remember how to get home. But it all came up blank. The one brave thing Starling had ever done, and he managed to get lost.

"Burn Baby Burn"