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

Junior didn't seem to understand what he was talking about. It didn't occur to Pura that the adults might not have filled her in on the tears, breakdowns, wailing, listless into-space-staring, and heartbreak she had caused by disappearing. The pack had lost Kaskara (to her own gob), and it was a wonder that Peregrine had not executed the freckled Virtúte boy after his grave-robbing antics. Unlike his comrades, Pura had experienced all of these events as just that - events. The hurricane of emotion that crashed through the plateau had been uncomfortable for him, but it was nothing that couldn't be solved by avoiding contact with other wolves for a while.

"Yes," he replied, studying her mismatched eyes intently. His tail swayed slowly, pensively behind him. "I a-ate your bones, but .. daddy said.. your daddy said it was n-not allowed." The success of their conversation eased the tension in Pura's posture. This was possibly the longest conversation he had had since that talk about what was sacred. "You t-tasted .. gross."