Blackfeather Woods I'm done with having dreams

He flipped his massive ears forward and his hindquarters wiggled approvingly when Cicero repeated back his own repetition. He couldn't quite form proper words yet, but that would come soon enough. Even if the mutants of Blackfeather Woods didn't often get visitors besides Ganondorf and Cicero, they attempted to speak to one another often enough that in time they would develop the skill. Maybe more slowly than the average pup with a loving and attentive mother, and maybe always in a manner that was broken, but they would speak someday.

He didn't understand the rest of what Cicero said, but excitement hitched in his chest and pushed his breath out several measures quicker when the adult wolf motioned to the abandoned haunch. Ramsay was always hungry, as it turned out. "Op!" he tried again, still associating the word pup with himself and everything else in his vicinity, and it was with that word that he tread nearer to Cicero and tried to lift himself up to prod at the adult's lips. He couldn't reach like Euron and Maegi could, of course, and ended up prodding at his unknown father's chest instead.