The feline's remark caused the wolf to sputter before speaking. "Shh, dunna talk like dat Pren, make meh feel ah'll woosy." He glances around a moment, and spies that chair he was after up near the head of the bed. "Imma plant mah bottom, an', ah guess get te kno' mah Kimala kit...."
Frost plants himself gently in the chair, he catches another odd sniff of the infant. Something stirred in the depths of his mind, an old tune his mother used to sing to him, he couldn't remember the words, but the tune. The wolf begins humming gruffly, gently, rocking back and forth slowly.