He watched, curiosity nagging at him, as the two wolves spoke. The Not-Mom kept staring in his direction, and one point he finally caved, stealing a cursory glance over his shoulder but there was nothing but Dirt and Wall. Was she? Looking at him? Did he have something on his face???

He scrunched up his nose, going cross-eyed as he tried to see, but that hurt his head so he stopped. And— oop, yeah, she was definitely looking at him now. His tail began to thump lightly against the ground. Hungry! Yes, he was that. That was him. He wanted that.

Shooting up onto all four paws, he weaved himself between the Not-Mom's legs, his tail slapping against her ankles. And there was that word again! Baggy, he echoed helpfully.