Tiptoe higher

She seemed to scoff at him, and he let out a soft giggle. She reminded him a bit of his mother -- even if she didn't have children herself, she already seemed quite maternal to him. He shifted a bit on the ground, rolling to his side, though his silver gaze remained locked on her. His gaze brimmed with interest, and his face seemed painted in a permanent grin. The skinny boy looked rather silly, laying there in the grass with his tongue lolling from his mouth and looking at her, but he was about as content as a boy could be.

"I like swimming," he admitted, lifting himself up a bit. His tail wagged quickly behind him, overjoyed to be speaking with this nice lady. "I can get places a lot faster by swimming than I can by walking." Maybe that was weird? He figured it was because he didn't have four legs, but it didn't seem too weird to him. "I'm pretty tired, but it's okay!" He didn't like other wolves worrying about him -- he didn't like feeling different than others.