Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

Dad's touch sends another wave of happy little butterflies through him, good vibrations up and down his spine and all through his little bones. Laughter, more of it, one of the only sounds that seemed complete at this age. His giggles were that of a baby, his innocence untouched by the cold and instability of the world that surrounded them. There was nothing beyond his guardian's milk and this stranger's nuzzles and the wonder of gazing into two-toned eyes. 

Through the laughter there is little room for words, and with his giggles comes hiccups, a few that float up and out of his throat, surprising even himself. Once the giggle fit is over though, he imitates the wolf again- huh? and his tail begins to wag proudly, before he lets out another hiccup- no wait... it was a little burp, right in dad's face.