Swiftcurrent Creek Slobberbone

After a while, the little boy grew tired of his plaything and let it slide off his chest onto the floor, which vibrated when it struck. Made curious by this sensation, Relonikiv rolled onto his left side. Instead of the ceiling, a face hovered above him now. His blue eyes widened at the sight, nearly opening all the way. This was not his mother, nor his three siblings. This was someone new.

Relonikiv mewled, not in fright but out of utter curiosity. He wanted to roll onto his stomach and scoot toward this newcomer, yet he remained prostrate, gazing up in wonder as the stranger's mouth moved. He had seen his mother do this too. He didn't know what it meant but he smiled and giggled at the familiar sight on an unfamiliar face.

Finally, he managed to roll onto his tummy, his neck momentarily bent at a very strangle angle to keep his eyes on the large wolf. Now right side up, Relonikiv was forced to momentarily tear his gaze away as he turned himself around to properly face the stranger. Arching his neck again to peer up into that new face, he bumbled forward slightly and issued an inquisitive sound: Ooora?