Cedar Sweep We opened a door (we shouldn't have).

It might've been against the rules for him to leave the pack- but it was hard for his mom to keep a proper eye on him anyway, so Bronco was able to slip out of the pack's borders easily, and go off on a little jaunt by himself. Having learned how to track, he felt confident that he'd be able to smell his way back home, so long as there wasn't a torrential downpour. He'd had something to eat before he left, so he didn't have to worry about that, and he was fairly certain that nothing all that bad could happen to him anyway. He was tough, and big for his age- and no one would mess with his mom. 

Going out on his own didn't come without a bit of nervousness, so his bold stride didn't take long to change into a calm walk, but with his senses on high alert. His ears twitched at the sound of every bird flying overhead, and every scuttle of rodent or prey that left the area as soon as he passed through. 

He could tell there was another wolf not too far away when he caught Towhee's scent, and he recognized it. Unlike his mother, Bronco had a good memory for detail, and he was young enough yet that he still remembered getting visited by someone his mom had called "Aunt Towhee." He meandered this way and that, following his nose until he saw her- and there was no mistaking her. He uttered a happy woof, and pranced toward her proudly. "Antee Towhee!" He called out. He'd forgotten, of course, that Towhee was deaf. "I caught your scent all the way back there an' followed my nose all the way here!" He exclaimed proudly, ducking into a play-bow.