Heart beat out my chest.

The glee at seeing his mother was certainly enough to fill his young heart as he leaped toward her, a muffled "maaa" coming from around the carcass in his mouth. His ears flipped back and his head raised, his muzzle moving to hers immediately for an affectionate lick. In his haste, the swarthy boy forgot his prize but it was easily remembered as it collided with his paw.

"'ouse, 'ouse!" he said, bouncing on his paws and pushing the mouse toward her own paws with his muzzle. "Fo joo." his very first "kill" was presented with a raised head and a proud chest to his mother.

She would always be the first wolf he ever loved.