Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

Valtýr was easily won over. Jökull, brave but still the most cautious of the bunch in Bazi's opinion, would have despaired at the ease with which her little brother took to a complete stranger. Bazi wondered what they would be like when they were older, and could put all of their feelings into words. For now, it was rather wonderful that they couldn't.

Galileo's attention distracted the pup from his inspection of Bazi's face, giving her time to sluice the dribble from her nostrils with the tip of her tongue and restore her ability to breathe. She shuffled around to look at the elder wolf, staying low to the ground to give Valtýr access to whatever bit of her face he might want to chew on next. The Not Dad did not distract the little boy for long; before she could properly greet her pack-mate, he was all over her face again, searching the corners of her mouth for.. for what? Bazi did her best not to put him off, moving her head just far enough away to gaze questioningly at Galileo and ask (with her mouth still not quite her own) "What does he want, d'you think?" Had Galileo had children, once? She seemed to remember that he had.

This little dude is so like a real baby - or my experience of them, anyway, clambering around all over the place. XD