Sun Mote Copse surrendra's breath

He watched the little one (for in his mind he was obviously larger) approach the larger shape, though he tried to appear disinterested. The smell good wolf made rumbles that he recognized, though he could not repeat them. A certain rumble he had begun to think might mean the smell good wolf was talking to him, and the other little one had a rumble all her own. He saw that the other little one suddenly had a gift and became instantly interested.

How unfair that the little lump would get something and not him. Pulling himself from the smell good he stood on wobbling legs and attempted his best at a direct march towards this new thing. He sniffed it even as the little one held it, opening his mouth to take an end himself. It didn't taste as good as the smell good, but there was a pleasant quality to it all the same. He sucked at it as he would a nipple and then attempted to pull it from the little one.