Blacktail Deer Plateau dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you

It didn't last long. Junior's pinch loosened, and she leaped away from him like a whippet. Pura drew a couple of steadying breaths and righted himself, watching the girl's tail swing high above her head. It transfixed him, and for an awkward amount of time he did not answer her.

When he came back to earth, it was with an unintentionally cryptic answer. "Punishment." A rare explanation lingered on the tip of Pura's tongue, but Junior cut him off. Pura nodded in response to her question. He missed out on pretty much everything else that went on around him, but the freckled boy understood The Jobs - though of course, Junior was free to interpret it has her idea. "I like patrol. You will be a warrior. I don't know what Nana will be. She is small," he finished, as if warrior and warden were the only acceptable jobs. It hadn't occurred to him that Saēna might want to become an outrider - they were too frequently absent from the pack lands, and that was not something he wanted to consider a possibility.