"Ohhh," The little boy groaned piteously as he wandered, "Ohhh I don't like this." He complained to nobody in particular, as he tried to find a path through this uncharted valley. Every twist and turn brought him up against something new, and Posie didn't like new things. He wasn't like his siblings - true blood or adoptive - and so when he caught new scents of creatures, or found himself standing beneath giant foreign trees, he could only gasp and cower. 

That was precisely his method for dealing with these brand new, strange things. It was not the ideal way to.. Well, deal, but the boy wasn't exactly well-adjusted. "What is that smell?" He proclaimed (probably a little bit too loud), as he sniffed and snuffed at a great big hole in the ground. It seemed to go on forever and ever - snaking beneath a collection of thick roots. The smell was acidic, but at the same time very musty, like a bathroom that needed to be cleaned but hadn't been aired out for weeks. It was a very bad smell, and made his nose crinkle. With a pout and a tiny whine of dismay, Posie chose to take his face out of this strange hole and abandon it entirely - but when he did that and was standing astride the roots, he thought he heard something. A hissing, or a very low, very deep growl - so he looked down between his legs, where the hole sat undisturbed, and saw a set of bright beady eyes staring up at him - and then the badger gave a roar, like a mighty dragon, and Posie shrieked in terror. He fell backwards in his surprise, and rolled off of the tree's roots, to land on his back with his legs flailing.

The badger hadn't chased after him, but in his current situation Posie couldn't have known that. He struggled to return to his feet (mostly because the more he struggled, the harder it was to get up; but with his belly exposed he didn't know what to do). He managed to roll on to one side, and then was about to get up - but there was a crashing noise, and some growling, so he flinched and squatted as low to the ground as he could. Was it another badger? It sounded bigger, and meaner. And then a faint nasty smell (worse than the badger's den) filled the air. Posie didn't know that it was the smell of blood. And had he seen any blood, he might very well have fainted on the spot, the poor lad. Everything was over very quickly. The badger fled, leaving Primrose in the care of... Whatever, whoever his rescuer was.

He got up and moseyed towards the roots. When his head popped over-top of them (his ears slicked back at first, then erect and pivoting towards the den as if expecting something), he saw the pale wolf. She didn't seem that mean at all - her voice was sweet, even though the words themselves were a bit defensive. Posie shook his head and recoiled a step initially, but then put his own words behind the action. "No! No I don't think I'm looking for anything. I was just walking." But maybe walking around without paying attention was a bad thing to do? Clearly he was an accident prone little guy, drawing the attention of all sorts of things to him. Hawks, badgers, probably a bear or two at some point - how was he still alive? "I'm just a little hungry. But I.. I can go! I didn't mean to break any rules."

Posie pouted at first, but then seemed to grow bold with enthusiasm, and his voice carried over the tree roots - although he was hidden behind them now, having withdrawn. "Thank you for saving me from that thing."

She seemed angry with him, but her words were the opposite of angry. Actually, while the pale woman appeared irritated to some degree, her words were sweet and kind; except that they spoke down to him in the manner of a parent to a child. He became suitably pouty at this, but said nothing - until she mentioned his parents. A fleeting, "They did - !" Slipped out of him as a response, but the pale wolf was going beyond that, not really allowing time for a response. And then, more questions - about hunting of all things. He just shook his head quickly at that, mouth hanging ajar.

"- so be careful next time, pay attention with your nose to pack border lines."

"Y.. yes. Yes ma'am! I will." More nodding, and this time he shrank down and away from her - ducking his head in a way that made his shoulders jut up from his back, and he began to snake away. "S-sorry. I'll go and I won't come back. You won't have to save me again, and... I'll.. I'll just go. Sorry."

Unless she tried to stop him this time, he'd skeedaddle before any more stern conversation could occur. Ohh, he didn't like making people angry!