Moonspear What about now?

A large shadow suddenly loomed over him, and he turned his head. The blurry outline was big and he had to lift his head way up. Unfortunately, he went a bit too far and ended up rolling onto his side, his little legs flailing in the air for a moment. He grunted as he righted himself and propelled himself forward towards the legs of the wolf before him. 

He was coming to know that voice now that his ears had opened. It was around often. Sometimes it gave him baths which he didn't particularly like, but he did like when he could bite it, which is what he was intending to do now. 

His attention was diverted when a new sound came. Again, a familiar one, and he liked this one, too. But, he still wanted to bite the one who bathes him. He turned his attention back to who he would come to know as Dad, and his open jaws hoped to clamp down on something, maybe a toe. His milk teeth had began to come in, so those should help.