Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

His ears pressed forward eagerly, listening for any hint of sound. What came was an absolutely meager little howl from such immature vocal cords it made his heart hurt with joy. He found himself grinning as he crawled forward another inch in his excitement, remembered where he was, and then withdrew the same distance so as not to invoke the wrath of his still highly protective mate. A tiny howl. How adorable. Damn it. He could not wait to actually meet these kids of his.

Hmm... that howl had been good. It could definitely use a little practice, but for starters it was excellent. As for other sounds? No. No. A growl or snarl would scare them. A yip might be too sharp for their tiny ears. A whine was also high pitched... He thought on it and ended up laughing out loud at himself. Without realizing it, the sound of his own chuckle was the next thing shared. As far as noises went, joy and amusement wasn't half bad.