"An animagus? That's like you. Did they become puppies so they could play with him?" Harry may have been more mature than most kids his age, out of being forced to be, but he still had a childish way of seeing the world. To him, he expected the tale to just be puppies frolicking. He didn't want the werewolf boy to be any sadder. He needed friends and love.

"Was the werewolf surprised and happy?" He expected as much. He bounced a little in excitement. "They could play during the full moon!"