I won’t, I can find my way back. Seven sure hoped so. He didn’t want to be responsible for a lost cub. The last thing the nervous yearling needed was for a pack to be sent after him. The thought nearly caused a shiver to dance down his spine, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. Unfortunately the boy’s determination didn’t ease the Selwyn’s worried mind. He was still going off on his own without actually knowing where he was going. The frown did not erase from his dark features, his brows still pinched tight. Just stay positive, he assured the cub, a sharp nod accompanying his words.
When the agouti boy asked where he was going the espresso yearling merely shrugged, a lazy grin finally gracing his dark maw. Wherever my paws take me, little dude, he responded, stamping his front paws for emphasize. Don’t have any plans. He didn’t really want to trouble the strange cub with his missing sibling problem. The kid had his own problems and Seven didn’t want to involve him in his own.