Wapun Meadow ii. sweet-smelling flowers

His head tilted in the other direction and decided to try to copy the noise. Was that what the pretty she-wolf wanted from him? Worth a shot, right?

Fallen Sun whined, trying to make the noise sound like the one she had uttered. It started longer and higher-pitched, followed by a second, lower-pitched whine. To the other, it might've sounded like a crude version of the word, not said normally. The tone was questioning, as if, if he could talk in words, he would've asked if that was her name. 

The male looked like his throat hurt after he tried.