Silvertip Mountain You stumble in the dark

Solemn did not understand the words that tumbled from the larger ones white jaws, but he enjoyed their sound. He wiggled closer still to Mason, his thin tail wiggling along with it. The small paws of the pup jabbed in every direction as he moved, and eventually he was pawing Mason himself. The fur was soft, much unlike his mothers thin fur. This wolves fur was thick and fluffy... Solemn loved it! With heeps of excitement piling up inside him, Solemn let out a single squeak and began to ram himself (softly, of course, how much force does a pup even have?) into the soft belly of this new wolf- or possibly the Bringer- he was not certain. 

Ignoring the noises of his obnoxious siblings, Solemn did his own thing, happy and intrigued.