The answer the older wolf had given him would bring a curious expression to his face, this wolf seemed so proud that he did not call anywhere home. Bacchus thought he felt lost now, not having his pack or his family would surely do him in. Though sometimes he struck out on his own, he knew that his survival would depend heavily on his mothers and the pack. He'd not even been on a hunt yet. Maybe one day when he knew independence the boy would truly leave his home for adventure. Though his thoughts would not long be left on future endeavors as Nagendra drew him back to the conversation of family. "We live in the forests." He would say easily, the pines and the redwood trees were where he called home. "I'm alone now," He'd admit the obvious, "But I should think about going home soon." He'd add as he grew a bit more bashful, head ears inching closer to his skull.
