Blacktail Deer Plateau i was a teenage werewolf

Ah, so it was a tale of love gone wrong... or missing, as it were. Junior guessed incorrectly that the wolf in question had simply left, like many did, and not that he or she had been among the few to abscond to the caldera. She knew the pain of being left behind by loved ones — her mother, her father and all of her siblings had now left her in some capacity — though she had done her fair share of leaving too.

"I think you need it for more than just that. I think you need it to avoid respiratory failure," Junior quipped, hoping a joke might make him feel better. "Who was it? And where did they go?" she added, careful to avoid using a particular pronoun until she knew if the thief of his heart was male or female.

"For that matter," Junior suddenly remembered to say, "who are you? I'm Junior."