Ocean's Breath Plateau Homeward Bound.

He should have known better than to sit and wait here. The crowding warmth of the bushes slowed his response a little bit, and when the wolf came upon where he was hidden, he sat up sharply. One paw pressed against the dirt before the squirrel, hoping to hide it from view. Perhaps it was the blood that drew the creature here. The hound knew he was a hunter in his own right, but a wolf was something wholly different - wild and strong and everything he was not. It infuriated him to be found-out so swiftly.

When the wolf spoke, Bug was stunned with how clear they sounded. It was not the first wolf he had encountered in his year away from home, but it was the first that had spoken. Thus far he had been too afraid to get close to them; intrigued as he was by their scent and desperately lonely as he had become, there was a threatening aura about the wolf scent he'd found in the past. This wolf had the same vaguely wild scent and it made Bug's skin crawl.

What are you? The wolf said. Bug couldn't make sense of their differences and he did not know what to say. All he could do was shrug his shoulders in a non-commital gesture. They.. They call me Bug. Among other things, all of which made him feel utterly stupid now that he thought about it; so those tidbits he'd keep for himself. Memories of an easier time.