Lost My Sea Legs

He wasn't sure how he got here, or how long he'd been gone. All he knew the night the volcano erupted was he was scared and ran from the den in a blind panic. He hadn't heard the call for the pack to gather nor the frantic cries of his mother. He had seen no hide nor hair of his father since before the mountain erupted, and now he was all alone. Surprisingly, he had covered a good distance on his short little legs, but mostly he hid out in holes and old dens he could find. He was dirty, hungry, and his fur matted in some places. He was too young to properly take care of himself and he missed his mom something fierce. He couldn't say the same for anyone else in the pack save for his siblings. Nobody else ever bothered to play with him or anything, so they could suck an egg for all he cared.

Tired and feeling defeated, he laid eyes on a strange stone structure that seemed to span as far as his short self could see. Ears laid flat on his head as he sighed and moved to sit right up against it, huddling against the cold stone as the sun started to dip below the horizon. If he could remember how to get home, he would have. But he wasn't sure which direction home was. Or if anyone was even there. He didn't know that they had chosen to move. So for now, he would rest here and resume searching in the morning...maybe.