Redhawk Caldera in a chaise and four to see the place,

Up to this point, the sounds Phox had made had been limited to whines and soft sighs. At the sight of a much-too-large-portion of meat, though, the wriggling little boy let out an enthusiastic "Ooogh!" and began to chew—more like gum—his way through a small morsel of rabbit meat. It wasn't liquid like the only food he'd known for so long, but he was already growing used to it and found it palatable enough.

He half-choked on the meat, but managed to get it down without suffocating himself. His tiny puppy teeth couldn't do much ripping and tearing, but it was better than only using his gums. Phox looked at the large wolf again, this time picking up a tiny piece of meat and putting it closer to his newfound friend. He grinned, little shards of milk teeth gleaming.