Stavanger Bay angel from montgomery

isengrim had followed his mother dutifully, if only because she was the wolf equivalent of a moving taco-truck. it was hard to eat on the go, and he let her mother know how displeased he was by delivering small nips aimed for her hocks. fortunately for his mother, he was neither accurate nor strong and many times it was her hocks that hit him.

he stopped his terrorizing of her hindquarters when she came to a den he wasn't familiar with. this meant exploring! sweet! wide-eyed with floppy ears pricked he looked about him with wonder, until his vision came upon a pale wolf and some squiriming lumps. he stopped, slackjawed, looking at them with disbelief. "oooo?" he questioned, looking at his mother with a vexed expression on his face.