Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

Ferret was not the person you could play waiting games with. He grew bored and after throwing a pawful of dirt in Peter's direction, the other cub stalked away, leaving the boy entirely alone. 

He waited for a little longer, looking around and listening. He let out some cries, but that made his headache worse, therefore he let out a sigh of resignation, closed his eyes and slept. Someone would find him and bring him home eventually. They always did.