Redhawk Caldera one step at a time

Elwoof Junior didn't like that his mommy thought he should eat meat only. Sure, meat was alright, but he really liked mommy's milk, too. It just tasted so darned good, yet his mother often refused him to drink. While he was growing larger, and everyone constantly told him "my, how he'd grown", Elwoof still felt very tiny. He had gotten a bit better at social contact, though, and controlling his emotions (and those of others that seemed to invade his head and feels at will).

Today Elwoof sat outside the den and watched as the sun started to set. He lifted his head into air and carefully tried his hand at his very first "awahooowoooo". It didn't sound very good yet, but for reasons unknown to the boy he just wanted to try it anyway.