Love won't let me leave

Part of him never wanted to leave this place, though he knew he couldn't stay forever. It was safe and warm; it reminded him of how he'd felt curled up close to his parents and siblings. Though this old wolf was a stranger at first, as soon as she'd explained she was family everything made sense. He couldn't doubt her either, he knew it was true with every fiber of his being. His blue eyes locked tightly onto hers, noting that somehow those pools of emerald seemed more full of knowledge than he could comprehend. He hoped someday he could know half of what she did, travel to half the places she surely had. He was certain that she'd probably seen the whole world, his mind too small to imagine just how large it really was.

His eyes widened as she explained what his namesake was like. Quiet, smart, kind. A protector. Little Bronze was definitely quiet, and he felt smart. Kind he was less sure about, but he definitely cared a lot about his family, and he did aspire to be a great protector. He felt his chest well with pride at the thought. "He does sound a little like me, I think," he observed quietly. Turning out like his great grandfather sounded like something to be proud of, not that he knew much. "I... I don't know," came his answer. It seemed like he could ask a million things, but all at once the questions were lost on him, floating away into the wisps of warm fog and clouds. "Do you have any advice? For growing up, I guess?" He wanted to be a protector like the Bronze she spoke of, someone who could keep his family safe against all odds, but he didn't know quite how to get there.