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Pura hadn't noticed how much the shrieking was grating on his nerves until a merciful cushion of distance separated him from the two warring girls. Nobody noticed the two pups melt into the darkness - not even the lighter of the two, who had just been through the Great Puppy Wash of a Thousand Tongues and gleamed like a four-legged Silver Surfer.

"D'you smells any dwagons?" Osprey whispered, and Pura immediately put his nose to the ground in response, snuffling in the immediate vicinity of their paws. The catalogue of scents had grown considerably since birth, and although he still preferred the intense and varied scent of scat, he wasn't unaware of other, subtler sources of nose candy.

Suddenly, a nearby bush executed an impressively cartoon-like rustle. Pura sprang back as if the ground had turned to hot coals, but quickly remembered that men were supposed to square up to danger. He did so with great drama, rivaling the pomposity of the Frigatebird. "Dr-r-rrrrragon!"