No den??

He puffed up in pride at the thought of displaying his victories. He was really liking this Hester woman. She seemed to really get him. With the first flickers of adoration in his eyes, the young boy would gulp up everything the older wolf had to tell him.

“Bast is always fine, she’ll make a full recovery” he said, knowing no such thing for facat, but feeling it in his heart. He was a pup and his world wouldn’t change. His father was always getting into fights, and bounced back just fine. He was sure Bast would do the same.

He pretty much booped her in his excitement to get closer. He would examine her torn ear even as she gently told him off. He blushed a little and glanced back to her eyes. “I’m sorry Miss Hester, I didn’t mean to knock into you” he explained. His excitement and his clumsiness were often at war. “Can you show me how you fought the bear?” he wanted to know.