Larksong Grotto for the time is near

The dark face spoke, a rumbling voice. A happy voice. Seff had begun to tell apart happy and sad, mad, and and other emotions, and this wolf sounded like the the first. Happy, was good. Seff tumbled toward the dark wolf again, smiling and tail wagging. "Eeee!" he exclaimed as he attempted to crawl onto the big wolf's head. His scrambling paws may have hit an eye or a nose in the process, but Seff was sinply determined to climb to the top of the happy head.