More like a starving French kid!How far had he wandered? The little stray was not sure, but he could not recognize any of the landmarks. The trees here were tall, towering over him, stiff and straight unlike the sloping mangroves he was accustomed to. The ground was firm beneath his four paws, not soft and squashy like the swamps. This was a different place. Sunlight dappled his tawny fur, streaming in dusty rays through the verdant canopy. His whippy tail wriggled behind him, the white tip flashing in the daylight. This was fun! It was quiet here, away from the bickering and squabbling of the starving strays. There was no one around to threaten him or chase him away.
The dog smiled hesitantly, his dark brown eyes glancing over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. A part of him hoped that he would stumble on his siblings again, but they had gone their own ways some time ago. He had trouble recalling their faces now. Maybe they forgot him too. "H... hello? Bonjour?" he called softly, his puppy voice still high with its youthful timbre. He wasn't as clumsy as he used to be, so he knew he was growing up, even if his voice still made him sound like a girl. If no one else was here, that might be nice. He could live here in the forest and be safe. Nothing scary was here, just little birds and mice and things like that. He wasn't very good at hunting... but maybe without any competition he could learn to get better!