Blacktail Deer Plateau I killed Mufasa

My last one too!

Not one to be outdone, Pura stared back. It was rare that he was given the opportunity to really look at another wolf's eyes without it being perceived as a challenge or a threat. Eye contact was annoyingly meaningful in the wolf world.

"Kiss me, you fool."

Pura's mouth became suddenly dry, and he suffered his first staring contest loss to a set of rapid, fluttering blinks. "What?" But Junior was unconscious again. "..Junior?" Nothing. The freckled teenager stared at his sister's small, black nose. He had kissed that nose before - as pups, when every solid surface was fair game. Now, especially with Blue Willow's reprimanding voice in his head, it seemed.. off-limits, somehow, and twice as tempting.

Pura gave his head a little shake. No. He put his head down next to Junior's, far enough away to be able to count her breaths. When the sun had climbed a little higher, he would drag her out of the freezing water and keep her warm until she woke up - hopefully, without a fever, and able to explain what she had meant.