Sun Mote Copse The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

From a grown wolf's point of view, Alyx's crawl was probably painfully slow to watch, but for her, it was the fastest she'd ever gone in her life. She wasn't justt carrying dead weight along with her now, no sirree. Now her hind legs were getting in on the action, pushing against the ground to propel her forward even as her forelimbs reached and grasped the dirt in front of her. Sure, it wasn't elegant, but damn was she fast.

That is, until a blacker-than-dim-den-lighting blur joined the white blur, which suddenly began moving. This phenomenon stumped Alyx, whose head came up faster than a gopher from its hole in the middle of a forest fire. Wuh? her expression seemed to say as she squinted harder, collapsing her own face into dozens (or maybe even hundreds., if you counted those gigantic cheeks) of teeny tiny folds and rolls. Bulughpthph, was her response, which was really just the sound of her pensively blowing bubbles simultaneously from her nostrils and her mouth.

But in short order she was on the move again, only for the white blur to become less of a blur and more of a straight edge as it touched her nose. She heaved a mighty snort and transformed into an alligator right before Fig's lovey-dovey eyes, senselessly reaching up with sharp little milk teeth to chomp rapidly and ferociously at the fluttery strip of bark.