His small snout would scruffle, before he sneezes gently, pawing at his snout with his new werewolfic wyrmed hands. He wasn't sure if calling her mama was right, after all he was just... Wait, what was he to her? His memories have gotten so hazy that he only sees this as his mother and not his master. Yet he won't have any idea until he leaves to experience his new perspective on the world. He murrs, before yipping slightly, squirming around a bit, then settling down, seeing as his mother might not enjoy it. He paws at the stomach walls. He seems in a playful mood right now. He can hear the people digesting on the other side of her, and would squirm back, kicking quickly and hard to get his head to hear the other side, curiously putting his gold, sharpened ear. You yip at the other side, curious to see if any of her digesting morsels will respond to the newly made creation that his mother had made of him.