Swiftcurrent Creek your mommas a true beauty, butt makes me weep, i call it a boo-hooty

He backed up a few paces when the mother finally noticed him gawking at her and her offspring like some tourist, but he stilled again when Wylla moved her foreleg to better show off the black bundle of fuzz. His amber eyes flicked cautiously from Wylla's to the young pup and then back to Wylla. He deliberately kept the muscles around his eyes soft, wanting his expression to be as humble and non-threatening as possible. The new mother seemed tense, maybe a bit irritated but also... proud? He turned his thin, gray body to fully face the two of them and leaned forward a little as his nose snuffled with eager interest at the pup. When it rolled over in complete surrender, he took a few tentative steps forward and kept a wary eye on Wylla as he inched forward. He hoped she would let him get close enough to get a proper sniff at this tiny new member of the pack.