Hushed Willows oh, no, this is much worse

When the wolf turned, it wasn't Trick. But this did not slow down Tambourine's momentum nor deter him in any way. He scrambled up to his older, larger pack mate and yelled another, "'Ey!" before quieting down long enough to hear her introduction, not that he necessarily recognized it as one. His tail waved and he grinned uncomprehendingly, though his stone-washed eyes grew bright with understanding when she bade him good morning.

"G'mo'ning!" he chirped back, then shouted, "Guess'ut! I has a peen!" the little wolf cub declared, apropos of nothing. Tambourine tried to lift one of his hind legs to show her, yet found himself swaying, so instead he plopped onto a hip, then rolled onto his back, legs spreading wide. "See?" he asked excitedly, showing off a pale pink tummy and his pint-sized family jewels.