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Junior's song roused Pura from his late afternoon siesta, bursting a particularly splendid dream bubble. In it, he had been reborn as pied piper of bugs, summoning all manner of mysterious insects with a few whispered words. They were just lining up to be processed by his eight stomachs - in this dream, he was blessed with the ability to relive meals eight times over - when the out-of-place howl fell on the whole scene like a smack. Pura raised his head off the ground and made squinty, frowny eyes at his cousin whilst she belted out her tune. It was an impressive sound, but Junior was so full of hot air and trouble that it was hardly a surprise that she was capable of a mighty howl.

The growing pup rose and immediately engaged in a bit of pilates. The night sky was given a view of his steel-grey rump and the ground was treated to a close-up of his crotch as he bent and stretched. Older wolves produced a chorus of pops and cracks, put Pura was too young and too bendy for this to happen. Satisfactorily warmed up for an evening of antics, he moseyed to Junior’s side and raised his own broadening muzzle to join in the sing-along.