Stay close to the pack, his father had told him. Watch out for the dangerous wolf, @Nineva had said. Well. The older girl had said a lot more than that, what this big, scary man looked like, but most of that was tucked away in one small corner of Felix’s brain. The morning had been damp, dark – and to his great delight, the drizzle had actually stopped as the afternoon rolled around. Allowed to venture out, the boy had done just that – and when he’d found a bug – he knew that word now – the little boy had toddled right after it. Through the woods, further north.
Through the woods, across Grizzly Hollow’s border. It wasn’t as if the area didn’t smell heavily of wolves, an almost ambrosial scent that meant nothing other than home – it was simply that the child was so focused on his new friend that he toddled right back.
Through the woods, out of the woods, into a field, into a thicket.
It was the thicket, really, that caught Felix’s attention. A bramble caught his fluffy, soft coat and the boy paused, giving a tug. The tug did not free him, and the boy tried again, squalling softly when he couldn’t wrench himself free.
“Help…” he keened unhappily, well aware the beetle would offer nothing. In fact, it simply seemed to turn and buzz its wings…and onwards it went, oblivious to his plight.