They are right behind you.
You can’t give up now.
Don’t go that way!!!! You’ll lead them back to the den!
He shouldn’t have snuck into that yard, he realized now. He’d just been so tempted by that big fuzzy sweater, just lying there on the edge of the porch. He’d ignored all of his insticts and everything that the pack had taught him and now he was paying the price. He’d been caught and was now being chased through the woods by the probable owner of that warm, soft-looking sweater.
His eyes quickly found a small hole in the ground and counted himself lucky for his small size; as one of the smallest in the pack, he was often able to fit into tight spaces and it would certainly aid him now.
He immediately darted into the hollow and curled into an even smaller ball. Now he was thankful for being the runt of his litter; it may have been the reason no one wanted to adopt him and he was abandoned but now he has his pack!