Blacktail Deer Plateau growing like a weed

And that was the end of that particular game. Pura stopped when it became apparent that he wasn't being followed, craning his neck around to see what the commotion was about. The leaf was two chews shy of mush by now, and the little boy's mouth was brightly painted with green froth and slime. Ty clearly did not believe herself capable of matching the smaller pup's speed (which was by no means impressive), and reacted to that false realization in her usual way.

The smallest of frowns crinkled Pura's brow. The others - the girls, though he did not yet possess the vocabulary to make this binary distinctions - were like darkness. Hugely interesting, possibly even fun, but just as frightening. At least they were becoming slightly predictable; Ty squealed, Saēna seethed, and Junior always wanted to win.

Confused and tired by his cousin's incessant wailing, Pura lumbered back towards the den with his tail waving softly against the dirt. When he reached Peregrine's rear paw, he bent his head and spluttered shredded mess, formerly leaf, onto the ground and stared expectantly up at his uncle.