Newt looked back up at the male wolf, still not knowing his name. "uh, I-I will come with you, I guess." Newt replied softly, still scared of what might happen to him. Newt laid down again letting water continue streaming down his body. Newt did not really care he was getting soaked he was still shocked he ran into a wolf pack territory.

Newt closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around him. He heard rain dropping on the ground and the sound of wolves breathing. Newt looked back on his memories while he waited for the male wolf in front of him to make a move. Newt remembered his family before a forest fire took them from him, Newt sheds a tear but quickly shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Newt quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed, then he put his head back down. Maybe they will let me join them, or they will kill me..., Newt thought while watching the rain drip on a sapling.

Suddenly Newt felt his scruff being pulled and he got lifted up into the air. Newt opened his eyes and saw that the male wolf was carrying him. Newt tried to sniff the air for any scents of other wolves but the rain had covered up the scents of the forest. Newt was kinda excited to go to the wolf's camp because Newt had been alone for a while ever since his family's death.

Newt also noticed that the rain barely affected the male, Newt was almost amazed by it. "Does the rain not bother you?" Newt asked curiously.

[Yes, I know it is short]