Blacktail Deer Plateau dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you

Having dug up and chewed on Junior's half-rotten ears, Pura was very, very suspicious when she suddenly appeared back at the Plateau with even more meat on her bones than when she had left. He had hung back at the meeting announcing the wayward girl's return, levelling dark looks her as well as Fox. One new face, another back from the beyond. Neither sat well with Pura, whose tolerance for change diminished as he grew.

The freckled was not sentimental, and had not consciously returned to the rendezvous site since the pups were given leave to roam the Plateau. Pura liked the borders, and when he wasn't patrolling he liked to cool himself in the clear spring that marked the site of the Virtúte siblings' Fairy Kingdom pack.

He was burying a fresh poo behind a tree with Junior trotted into sight. They were both big wolves now, though their long, lanky forms set them apart from true adults. Pura peered out from behind his toilette du jour, wrinkling his broad, freckled snout. I know what your skull tastes like! he thought, struggling to understand that whatever they had buried next to Pied had not been Junior at all, but some other unfortunate beast. "W-why aren't you d-dead?" he rumbled at her.