Blacktail Deer Plateau PACKTIVITY — Scary monsters and nice sprites

Atticus caught Pura's eye, and the two of them shared wicked grins over Junior's snoozing head. Asleep, the little tyrant - a name she would bear forevermore, regardless of the gradual evening out of her temper - looked about as threatening as bum fluff. The little boy tried to wink at uncle, but hadn't quite mastered the subtle art of closing one eye at a time - he squeezed both shut in the general direction of his target and hoped that the point was taken. The 'wink' was repeated at Saēna when she rejoined the group, and a third time at Peregrine when the alpha booped him on the head. Doesn't she look like a silly little thing? he wanted to say, but lacked the words - and it wouldn't be phrased like a grandmother from the 1940s had said it if he had possessed the vocabulary.