Great Bear Wilderness run along, boy.

Stoic did not like strangers. He had not liked any of his siblings at first, nor the pack members that followed and even the dark man who had come to visit them often. Even now, he was wary of the strange looking wolf that stopped him in his path. He did not recodnise the stranger, and even still, she did not look like a wolf. Yet, he did not know of the coywolf species and readily assumed she was a wolf nontheless. But he knew strangers could hurt him. His own pack would. He was hesitant to answer, but he knew he could not run. He was not big enough to attack or flee, even the child realised.

"I'm leavin," Stoic forgot about his hesitance, purely foucsed on the thought he would stay no more with the crazy wolves who had tried to make him eat his mother. He blinked up at the strange looking female, wondering what she planned to do with him. "Where you goin?" He questioned, wondering why this wolf did not have a pack. Maybe she wanted to be in his! Panicked, he thought he better save her from getting eaten. "THEY WILL EAT YOU!" He screamed in her face, only the thought of the pack jumping out the bushes and attacking his new friend played in his mind. He could not let that happen.