Sawtooth Spire i am not in control of my extremities

He was content to chew on his mothers toes for all of a minute before he became bored. He propped himself up on her leg again, peering for the red wolf, and he let out a long, drawn out whine which trailed in series of short, squeakier whines. He pawed at his mother's leg, looking up to her with an imploring expression. The outside world was becoming more and more of a draw to him as he aged, and he was eager to meet with the other wolf. His tail swept back and forth across the ground as he fell back on his rump, continuing to stare at his mother, as if he could will her to let him have his way with his blue eyes alone.