Redhawk Caldera Michael Bolton, we're really gonna need you to focus up

Bawwwz, he cooed dreamily upon hearing balls soup, then his ears canted sideways as Towhee called toward the den. Maybe once he'd had a chance to hear other wolves talk, he'd notice that his grandmother sounded, well, different.

But for now she was cool, the imparter of new and naughty words, and he bounced at her paws and then surged forward.

Killdeer was walking, baby. At least until he walked straight into a gorse bush or a mud puddle.