kool-aid ain't the only thing that's red

I'm concluding, since this is out of date (my fault)!

Pura followed her silently, tail wagging gently from side to side. Hunting and patrolling were his favourite thing. The rules were clear - and there was minimal talking. In that world, he fit in. In some area of his mind that did not yet make sense, Pura knew that he did not fit in. The rest of the pack seemed to operate on a level that he lacked the access rights to, and it filled his chest with something - happiness? Comfort? - to know that Amelie accepted him despite his shortcomings, and wanted to play.