Sleepy Fox Hollow Verbindung

Here's the thing: Dusty had never seen a puppy before. Not since he'd been one himself, anyway. And in a lot of ways, he still thought of himself as one, since he'd certainly still been treated as one back at home. Hell, "Mother" had caught up to him a few times already, and there were fresh punctures from his teeth scabbing over on Dusty's scruff.

It had been embarrassing for both of them. He might as well have been trying to carry a moose back home for all the good it did him. But the weight had been plenty enough to slow Dusty down. They'd had a good talk for the duration — albeit somewhat muffled on one end.

But he'd managed to shake the tenacious coyote for the time being, by way of wading through several rivers and rolling around in bear dung in between. Now he was creeping along with the thick scent of wolf rolling over him on an easternly breeze. A mother — a real one — and pups. A male doubtlessly much larger than Dusty himself. If he were a wiser man, he might've tried a different approach. As it was, the male thought the best thing to do was try and sniff out the female to try and plead his case. What mother could resist a cold, skinny, lonely child?

The notion that he was no longer a child had not yet occurred to him.

I hope this is okay! I can delete or make adjustments. Maaaaybe they could discover him creeping around on their scouting trip? He's not too deep in the territory yet.