Bearclaw Valley the great escapist, sort of...

He was praised with another affectionate lick, making his smile wider. He was a smart little guy was he? He listened carefully as the wolf pronounced his name to him. "Rrrr-Razeel?" He made a excited squeek as he said the name. He was so proud of himself! He had learned so much over the past three weeks of his life.

 He turned over to the dead rabbit and excitedly hoped over to it. He dug his nose into the thing. It felt just like the stuff he slept on before the storm. And that smell.... oh that smell! It smelled just like the food his own papa would bring. He looked up at the Bearclaw Alpha. Could his father change color too? Oh why couldn't he change color?  He pawed at the rabbit. "Mmmmm... "