Swiftcurrent Creek back to the old house

A thump against his tail made Frederick's ears perk, head swivelling with what would be shock, should the figure not be so small. Immediately, his face softened. He had little experience with children, leaving just a moon after the birth of his mothers last litter, but he knew that such a tiny ball of fur was deserving of affection.

Hello, he smiled, flicking his tail as to roll the child off—gently, though. He was no monster. What's your name? She was the whelp of one of his packmates, he was sure, though he didn't think he'd met the parents yet. Hm.