Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

Fallen Sun had never much wanted for much in his short life, but he perhaps felt a calling that drove his wayward paws. However, his true wanting would perhaps be odder than himself. 

The more the boy heard the odd noises of the wolves he found himself around, the more he wanted to learn to communicate with them as they did. It was frustrating not to understand, to see their lips and mouths make noises but never be able to hear their meaning. 

I don't... understand... but you seem rather happy to talk. So I'll listen. 

His head tilted, a tiny rrr? escaping him.