Blacktail Deer Plateau don't feed the animals

"Chew it, you tard," Peregrine chortled. Pura turned his big, clueless eyes up at Peregrine and attempted an enthusiastic bark through a mouthful of regurgitated goo, rump wiggling furiously. He understood the emotion associated with a laugh as compared to a growl, and assumed that his uncle was proud. Other pups crowded around the feast now, making their own om-nom-nom sounds and filling their little faces with varying success.

Pura Virtúte squinted up at Peregrine's Fisher Price of demonstration - his eyesight was good enough now to make out most of the world - and promptly began to mimic what he saw.

"Aaa-ba-ba-ba-ba," the whelp attempted, first into the air - easy. With a squinty-eyed look of determination, Pura turned back to steaming pile of chow, drew breath, plunged his entire face back in and flapped his jaws. "AAA-BA-BA-BA-BA."