The boy had been watching intently from the forest below the prey that moved through the area. He liked to find himself in the Wildwood just to think and clear his head which he had been doing a lot. He would go and spend a day or two out in the Wildwood scouting as he explored more pack roles then just being a guardian. He knew in his heart what he wanted to do but it wouldn't hurt to have more skills under his belt should the time come when a pack stops looking for guardians and starts looking for hunters or scouts or healers. He probably would not seek out to learn how to heal but he would consider it for a while, playing with the idea.
He closed his right eye to test the vision in his left and while it wasn't gone or even bad, it was still worse then from before the fight. It bothered him that he had let his aunt get to his face. How could he have been so stupid? He could still feel the mental sting despite the physical pain being gone. The scar was all he had left to remember the fight by. It had been a fight of pride more then anything, a stupid fight, and he had paid for it dearly. His jet black fur would weave through the trees as he explored the forest. There were many prey scents but he did not pursue a single one. He was there to clear his head, not to hunt.