Swiftcurrent Creek Wherever you are, this is home

Burdock was all for a family adventure... on his own terms. Despite his best attempts of leading the group in any other direction than the one his parents had intended, it was just as an easy task as pushing a huge and heavy locomotive off the train-tracks. So, if he did not want to stay behind and watch every one else leave, he had to move. This did not mean that the little curious fellow did not make several little detours along the way. And for a portion of the path he walked with a stick held firmly in is jaws. 

He forgot all about it and let it drop, when he caught sight of other wolves. Absolute giants to him. The one that appeared first did not seem very friendly at all, though the gift she had brought along did smell very nice. Then the other one, who came to greet the group, was even more scarier and Burdock quickly put distance between her and him, by hiding behind Arlette's legs. There he remained peering around them with both curiousity and uncertainty.