Emberwood someone say a hail mary for this house

Little Voice hoped that one day the puppies would like him, but he sort of doubted it would happen any time soon. It wasn't that he was crippled with self-deprication or self-pity, he was just savvy enough to realise that he was so shy and silent that the young ones would probably not warm to him like this, unless they fell for his soft and cuddlesome appearance. He watched with mixed emotions when Larkspur was carried off with her mother, but he wasn't able to muse for long — for there was suddenly a man, mighty and regal. Little Voice's ears went so flat that his head became a sleek white helmet. Instinctively he bowed protectively over the Alpha Pups, but was otherwise rooted to the spot, watching the conversation with very wide eyes.