You let go of your head onto the side of her stomach facing her rear, and then squirm a bit to get back into a comfy position, pawing her stomach once more. He was getting anxious, especially as he hasn't seen her face. He whimpers, calling out to her with his very first word in his reborn state, and the only word he's said so far in his whole life that isn't distorted or gross in nature from devolving voice boxes. "Mama?" The little wyrm-wolf pup would call out to her. He wasn't sure what else to call her with how bad this reformation of sorts had made his old memories become hazy. His voice was much more clear, less full of slime and was audibly much more pleasing to the ear. He now sounded like a normal person. He pawed at her soft stomach walls, wanting to see his mother... He is not as patient as she is sadly, but that just means he enjoys her company a lot. He wasn't sure if she could hear him, which made him a little scared. This dark space was warm and nice... Yet he wanted to hold her hand and play with her cheeks while she held him up in her arms. You paw more at her stomach, whimpering more frequently. Patience is key, but Grezra doesn't have much, especially at this age.