Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

A jumble of shapes presents itself from afar, getting closer and closer and becoming something more recognizable. Shaped like Cupid- canine, as it were- but wholly different in color and pattern. If Caerus knew what he himself looked like, he might've been connecting some dots right now, but instead he simply marvelled at the spotty coat. 

And that smell!! Nothing like milk, no, not at all- but still causing drool to pool in his mouth all the same. Tiny black nose sniffs the air curiously as Mal mumbles through the prey. Sound, sight, and hunger, all joining to create a beautiful symphony for the boy. The curiosity of it all causes him to squeak out a little babble of buh!! He didn't know what it meant, but he hoped to demand some regurgitated whatever-this-wolf-has-in-his-mouth.