You are grounded young man!

Walking behind Uncle Torin, following him all the way back to the pack land, was stressful enough. At the time, leaving the pack seemed like the best move for Bastyan. He needed to get out of the comforts and cushions of his families lifestyle, and out into the real world, so he could prove himself to be just as capable of looking out for himself as his other siblings. Bas was the runt, and everyday he was reminded of it as he watched his other siblings sprout up like red wood trees while he remained just a little poplar seed. But out in the world, he was just like any other pup; too small for the world. His train of thought was cut extremely short when he bumped into Uncle Torins towering legs, popping his nose in the process. Hearing that Bas and his brother Celestin would have to face their mother, immediately, made his ears fall flat against his skull. Out of all the wolves he left behind, leaving his mother had to be one of the hardest. He loved his mother very much, and would hate to know his absence caused her pain. "Uncle Torin do we have to do that right now? I really just want to see everyone again. I missed them a lot." He tried to slither his way out of it, a cringing look still on his face as he imagined the conversation to come.