Redhawk Caldera a brand new world

The pup looked at his mother when she spoke, with tilted head and confused face, as though it was trying to understand what she said but just couldn't, really. Then he continued his walking maneuvres, while keeping a watchful eye on his mother as she made for the entrance of the den. He was curious if she had something to bring to him today; the pup loved to sniff new items, in particular, and occassionally nibble on (some of; he was picky) them.

When his mother called out his name, little Jay got into motion. "Yay!" he yipped in mimicking of his name. It was a different name for every wolf, and his mother's name for him was not always the same, but little Jay did not mind. He bravely got to his feet after his latest fall and started to wobble to the den's mouth, which he had occassionally visited but not very often exited up to this point.