Daydreams of the Morning

Movement would be heard, and the boy would twist his head slightly to see who it was. He had not yet gotten completely used to using just his nose; he was working on it - he ought to be able to identify his packmates by smell, after all, and it would be good in a situation if he couldn't see. Not that he could think of a situation like that, but hey! There may be a time when he gets stuck in something and he can't see and he has to use his nose and he has to remember to use his nose.

Either way, it was his mother, and the boy would remain looking up as she settled near him. His ears would flatten momentarily - mothers and their need to lick their children, ugh - but then they would flicker back up even as she asked how he was doing. He'd glance sidelong at her. "Annoyed," he stated, matter-of-fact-ly. It was entirely the truth - he was rather annoyed and peeved at Dragon, but thankful that his mother was not imposing the same sort of restrictions on him and his other two siblings. Perhaps he needed to take advantage of that...

"Speech"