His head twisted from side to side as the older agouti spoke, announcing that he missed his home. If he missed it why did he leave? It did not make sense to the little Leigh. He still was not sure about the raccoon-eyed wolf, for it was going to take more than one adventure for him to trust Tikhon, but Sachiel hoped the older wolf would find a home among all the orange. The vale was a good home, perhaps the best, even if it was plagued by the most obnoxious colour ever.
Sachiel’s head tilts quickly turned into a frantic nod as Tikhon mentioned settled in. That was exactly what the agouti needed to do. Get used to the vale and the surrounding territories. Make it home.
Unless he still missed his home. Then he should return, for home was where the heart was. Or something.
Where the orange was?
Let’s go this way. His paws vibrated as he followed after the larger male, his tail practically spinning behind him as he struggled to keep up. Sachiel hoped that Tikhon was going to take him off somewhere scary and eat him. That certainly would not be a good way to settle in. Dismissing the thought with a sharp shake of his head, the little bird followed silently behind his companion, his denim gazed fixated on his large frame. The boy was glad that his packmates did not hesitate to take him on adventures, big or small. His parents were often busy with their duties and Sachiel did not want to bother them, for he would rather explore the territory on his own than disrupt their routines.