[Macyduke]

"How you doing back there kid?" Barly asked. Vidar shifted slightly, unsure of how was really feeling. Was he happy? Defiantly to be a live at least. Was he sad? Not really. Scared? Defiantly. Much of anything else? He wasn't sure. Barly, the red wolf with super speed, was nice and made him feel safe, but as great as this wolf seemed to be, Barly still wasn't his father.
"Can I go home now?" He asked quietly.
"Home?" Barly asked, turning his head so that he could see Vidar out of the corner of his eye. "As much as I like your moxy, you're just to young to go back there." Vidar's heart sunk, but his determination didn't.
"Whys that?" He asked flattening his ears slightly.
"Well from what you've told me about your pack... Well. You're just to young to take care of yourself." Barly managed.
"I won't have to take care of myself, my parents will take care of me." Vidar yawned, glad he was being carried. Running from the zombie-wolfish-thing had really worn him out. Barly tilted his head at this.
"I'm sorry to break this to you kid, but your parents don't really seem like their ready for puppies or want them right now." He said carefully, doing his best to break the news genteelly. As much as Barly wanted to tell the pup that he was better off with him, than with a couple of wolves that sounded like they didn't want the small tom, he couldn't bring himself to blatantly do it. Further more, he couldn't think of a way to put it tastefully. "Why don't you get some sleep kiddo. It's going to be awhile before we come across anything interesting enough for us to take a look at.
"Ok Barly." Yawned Vidar before nuzzling his jaw into the older wolf's downy fur.