Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

Ben looked up from his tiny little hiding space when he was spoken to. His tail still remaining tucked underneath him as he did so. The striped male shivered, but yet he grinned meekly at the girl. "I-I'm okay!" he tried to stammer out. Yes he was fine! Of course he was! Maybe she could tell him where to go or what he was supposed to do. "I'm lost and I don't know how I got here." he avoided eye contact. His vision darting back and forth as he stayed low to the ground with his ears pinned against his head. His tone of voice was high pitched, appealing to the fact of him thinking he was so young.

"My name is Benson, but others c-call me Ben." it was only polite to introduce himself. The smell of blood in this place made him sick. He wanted to get out like a wild animal, but now that someone had approached him he had some company and a wolf to speak to.