Duck Lake The Better to Hear with, My Dear

This was...this was what he wanted in his life, delivered in the form of a hyper dof-, dog. Once he had recovered from the majority of the excitement/shock wave that had just slapped him upside the maw, the boy answered her question. "I'm Casimir, it's nice to meet you Poppy Like The Flower." He gave her a smile, just the slightest bit wry. Although he was unfamiliar with the territory she spoke of, his excitement was not dimmed in the least. He flashed her a smile.
     "I'm a wolf, I'm-uh, actually looking for a pack right now. I had a-um," the boy felt a sting as he thought of his mama,"a friend, who lived in this leg of the wilds once. How long have you lived with these wolves, how many of them are there where you come from?" The boy had many inquiries to come, he needed to figure out as much as possible, there was a home on the line.