kool-aid ain't the only thing that's red

Pura opened his mouth to say the name back to her, but Amelie beat him to it. The volume of her repetition elicited a flinch from the freckled pup, whose ears fell flat with the weight of embarrassment and irritation. She had already judged him on his slow speech, he decided, and flashed the juvenile a brief, angry look.

It didn't last long - food was a sure-fire way to distract Pura from almost anything. He allowed the nudge and nodded excitedly at the offer, dipping his head to snatch the squirrel by the tail. It found its final resting place between his wide, bear-like paws, already mangled beyond recognition by Amelie's efforts to catch it. Pura's jaws were slick with slaver when he eventually tore his eyes away from the catch, forcing himself to level a questioning gaze at the huntress. For me? he wanted to say, but waited for her to insinuate the question instead.