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

And so far he hadn't been devoured or anything yet, so that was a good sign.  He started to warm up a bit more, yapping in response.  Memory of a goldfish, maybe.  It was getting to be more of an adventure and less of a mega major disaster of the day.  He just watching Breccan, not so much the world beyond a few feet in any direction.

Because he'd pretty much spent his time only in about a ten yard radius from the den entry, it wasn't like any of it would be familiar.  For a pup his size, he'd ran quite a distance, but yes, for an adult it'd only be a couple minute walk.  He took two pouncing steps forward instead of his normal stride and yipped again, tipping his head.