Larksong Grotto Seven Ate Nine

The big wolf made sounds, sounds which the small pup understood. A chuff was hello. A little bark was friendly. And that position the other was in- that meant play! With a joyous yip, Seff dropped his stick and watched the wolf as his paws drummed the ground. With a little growl, he stalked forward, watching the paws. His tail lashed behind him, as if it had a mind of it's own, and Seff was for a moment distracted by this. He was growing, he had realized, and his tail was certainly bigger. He sprang for the paws, aiming to capture the left one with his own paws. In his eyes, the paw was a juicy hare, and Seff was very hungry. His mother had started to regurgitate meat for him, and Seff was beginning his meaning phase. He had discovered he rather liked the taste of flesh, and for a moment wondered if one could eat wolves. No, he reasoned, as wolves would eat you first.