Lost Creek Hollow You ever wonder why we're here?

The pup seemed a little unsure about Breccan's approach and continued to whimper, only pausing long enough to give him an investigative sniff. Breccan remained still and allowed the examination to happen, hoping the boy would recognize his scent as belonging to the pack even if it wasn't one he was totally familiar with. His ears flicked as he heard Treason return his call, confirming that she had received his message.

However, hearing his mother's voice caused the youngster to start crying even louder, and Breccan winced. He didn't want to try to force the boy along and risk upsetting him further; he also didn't want to just pick him up, because that would probably terrify him. He wracked his brain for a moment, then came up with an idea.

"Hey, want to play a game? I can help you get back to your mom!" he said, tail wagging. In case the pup wouldn't understand what he was saying, he altered his position slightly into a play-bow, his expression friendly and open.