Larksong Grotto babylon the great

Seff was being bad.
He had been playing, further and further away from the den, when the howl sounded. Recognizing the howl of the friendly large wolf, Seff's tiny paws had propelled him quickly in that direction, as he not seen the friendly wolf in a while. He had no idea of the pack conflicts going on over his head, only that he missed Reek and wanted to see him. He had quite some trouble getting to the grotto, though his enthusiasm propelled him forward. 
Finally, the dark furred male came into view, and Seff gave a delighted yip. He paid no heed to the thin woman who seems oddly familiar, nor the others gethered. He runs right for Reek, a curious smile on his face. He skids to a halt a short distance from the wolf, tail wagging a mile a minute. "Eek!" he cries with delight, for that (or something like that) is what his mother calls this wolf.