The young boy's terror had only just begun as his wanderings brought him farther away from the home he so desperately craved and wanted to return to. He had gone some other direction as they all started to muddle together. The wanderlust he had once inherited was gone and he felt a need to curl up next to his mother and brothers, both of them, for a long winters nap. He needed to attend lessons with Iopah or hang out with Koda and talk. He needed to ask questions and remain curious but that life had been ripped away from him in a matter of second as he tried to follow the voice of one of his packmates out of the storm. It was an inferno of cold and heartlessness and he was stuck in the middle of it with no help.
With these realizations reaching through his mind into the air around him that he might never see the Woodlands again, he started to lose what little hope he had. He took a deep breath, tears welling in his eyes as he looked around for some place to hide out until the nightmare ended. This had to be a nightmare... right? The young boy was terrified of what waited for him if he could not find his way home. Had his mom and siblings noticed his disappearance? Did they care? Were they looking for him? Once upon a time, Pacem Hervok knew the answers to these questions but no longer.
The black coated child would curl up next to the giant roots of a large tree, closing his eyes and hoping for the best as he sheltered himself from the bitter and fierce winds. "Momma, help me!"