Cedar Sweep ursine

It wasn't his best escape attempt- he'd nearly been ratted out by Nellie, after all, but he'd managed to convince his sister that he was just going along the borders, and that he wouldn't go past them. Mom was away anyway, doing some scouting or patrolling or whatever- it wasn't like she had time for them anyway, he thought. She was too busy trying to do her pack business and be all stuffy and adult. Bronco, in the meantime, used this to his advantage, and stayed up all hours of the night, roamed wherever he wanted to, and had begun to take off on short little trips by himself- outside of the pack's borders. 

His excursions thus far had generally been in the same direction- slightly south, following along the river that would lead him straight back home when he was ready to go back. That way, of course, he could leave the pack without leaving a trail behind, and he could also re-enter the pack without leaving evidence that he'd ever left. It would simply look like he'd gone to play in the river, and had returned when he'd felt like it. 

He was fairly cautious of other adult wolves, though, and generally avoided them when he could. He'd hunker down and hide if he heard or smelled another wolf- but when he saw another pup, about his age, in the distance, he pricked his ears. This wasn't a Firebird, this was a stranger. She was a cute young mocha-coloured wolf, and her fur alone set her apart from the majority of Firebird pups who were either greyscale, or red, like Elfie. He wasn't terribly shy of other pups, but he did cast a glance around as he approached her, in case she had a mean parent nearby. 

"You alone?" He asked curiously, wanting to cover his bases first.