macgyver this

Perhaps he was bouncing back and forth, but as the night wore on his previous anxieties about being scooped up and taken to a pack or worse slowly dissolved. He'd met a few wolves his own age and that had only washed more of his tension away. It'd been nice to talk to someone his own age again, for a moment the pup was reminded of what it was like to be in a pack...not enough to just go and rejoin one, but enough to at least have him curious about the lacks in this strange land.

As he wandered through the field watching lightening bugs float by and others try and capture them using different methods Sandor was drawn to a peculiar sight. Something he hadn't seen before. Ears came forward and head was held high to give him a good view over the grass. It was...well..he didn't know what the animal was but it was waving a stick around trying to catch fireflies. Eyes widened as he sat back and watched, head cocked to the side curiously. "What...is that?"He'd ask, although really he also wanted to ask what other creature was called..that was rude...he'd wait a bit before blurting that out.