Gathering the warmth first and Naming the pup

Once outside again, you venture to a nearby patch of trees. Being that you don't have an axe for bigger ones, you must break apart branches from the younger trees. After collecting an arms worth of branches and taking them back to the cave, you grab a large rock from the creek. You plan on using this rock for a hot plate soon as you get the fire started. Doing all this and carving some fresh tinder under bark of a tree, you walk the creek side looking for some sparking stones. Walking bloodied and cold, wrapped in the wolfs pelt, you skim in search for them. You find the pup following beside you with a stick in his mouth. You chuckle to find him entertained as you work, preparing for something he doesn't even know.

Looking over the gravelly banks of the creek, you spot a dark, sharp, smooth stone, perfect for igniting a spark. A few feet further you find a good circular stone to strike against the other. Bending down to grab the second stone, you hear sudden crunch on the other side of the creek, in the woods. The pup drops his stick and lifts his ears, looking out into the distance. You stay low, Following the pup's gaze. Your eyes strain in search of the source of the noise. Soon, you find the target of your search, and begin to chuckle. You stand, patting the pups head and turn to go back to camp, saying:

"It was only a deer boy"

The deer appearing to the tree line as if watching you, before vanishing back into the woods.

You click your fingers as you walk away, back to the cave to call the pup to follow, which surprising he does with his stick in mouth. Starting the fire was quick and effortless, and the flames seem to frighten the pup. It must be the first time he's seen fire. The wolf pushes himself against you for comfort and safety, and you lift him, cradling him in your arms speaking to him:

"You mustn't fear fire. People will fear a wolf that doesn't fear what it's known to."

The wolf looks at you as if acknowledging your words as you cradled him. You set him down and continue to work on the makeshift rack you are building for the pelt to dry quicker. Finishing the rack and setting the deer pelt on it you once more speak to the pup.

"Now...... what shall I call you little one"

The little wolf barks in response as if to answer. As you sit there next to the fire petting the wolf you think about a name you shall call him. Soon, your brain dredges up a good name.

"Oren shall be your name" you say as you rub his head. He barks in approval to the name making you chuckle. "Yes... that will be your name"