Hushed Willows Protect me Maria, don't let this siren cast her spell

The puppy continued to ignore the black wolf. He had eyes only for his mother and he gazed at her beseechingly, waiting for some form of food to present itself from within her body. Truthfully, he wouldn't be picky. But Tavi offered neither milk nor meat to him. She shushed him and urged him to return to bed. Tambourine's one upright ear wilted and he sat forcefully, hips splayed, a frown furrowing his small, fuzzy face.

He didn't say or do anything after that, just sat there looking very, very, very deep in consternation over this lack of breakfast.