Hideaway Strath you don't know the power of styrofoam.

Fig gave a conspiratorial nod when Fenn declared that it smelled here. It really did. It smelled like their parents and the strangers that had come to live with them. It smelled like other stuff too, though. Like plants and rocks and dirt and bugs and other animals. He was compelled to explore the area more and gather up as many of those smells as he could for inspection, but there were more important things to do. They needed to get some coots and make their parents proud.

He nodded and tossed his own head back when Fenn did, bellowing his howl out as loud and powerful as his little lungs could manage. It wasn't very much, but still mildly impressive considering how small he was. He howled and howled and howled until finally, he simply couldn't anymore. He dropped his muzzle, his jaws parted and panting, and looked at Fenn.

"You think dey heard us?" Fig asked eagerly. He looked out into the wilderness beyond the borders expectantly, trying to catch sight of one of the many, many coots that were surely on their way right now.

The pair spent a while howling for 'coots on the border, but eventually, the only wolf they managed to draw to them was their own father, who smiled fondly as they explained their intentions and bade them to follow him back to the rendezvous site where they would recount their adventures, giggling and feeling quite proud of themselves in spite of having failed to gain the pack any new 'coots.