What's good for you.

His bladder felt empty now, although most assuredly in the briefest span of time he would be ready to pee again if necessary. There was always that little bit in reserve for appropriate moments like piddling in excitement, marking a buried treasure spot or needing to take a brief pee just for the hell of it.

She repeated herself and he wagged his tail some more, glad that he had gotten it right. When she asked if she could call him Cawn, he nodded. "Yuhh!" he agreed. His mother did, his father did, his siblings did. It made sense that she would too. Pektra, the best wolf he had ever met that wasn't in his pack. The only one, but that didn't matter; her ranking was still supreme.

The Bay. He didn't know what a Bay was, but he supposed it was probably behind the tree or something. Her next questions distracted him from wondering, anyway, though he did briefly attempt to peer around her as if to discover this Bay hiding right behind her rump.

"Backtul Dur Patoo." he described his pack, knowing the name but totally unable to give it its appropriate splendor with the way he talked. "Yuh, 'splo, all da day, all da days!" he replied, hopping forward toward the edge of the borders to sniff toward her face.

"Pektra splo wiff Cawn, see'a Baayyy?" he headed to cross the invisible wall to her side, figuring she could show him her home.

His concept of distance was naturally naive; he had never been anywhere else.