Blacktail Deer Plateau this is how we roll

I think Pu-pu belongs in here too.

In his short time outside the womb, Pura had learned a great my lessons.

Size mattered. The squabble for the best teat was relentless. Milk and stress made him fart, and both in equal measures produced something quite out of this world.

Such a moment was upon them, for the younger Osprey - significantly larger and swathed in rolls of soft, fatty armor - had chosen the moment following a long and exhausting drink to pick a fight with Saēna. Pura had no concept of who the second (and tiniest) body was, but whenever she grew agitated, it constricted his heart like a vine. The Virtúte boy squirmed, already quite stressed, and rolled awkwardly on his drum-like belly in the general direction of the dramatic exchange. Tensions were rising between the two girls, who had already exchange bitch-slaps and bites - it was only a matter of time before someone lost their shit.

Then his sister mewled in distress, and that was that.

Pura lost any semblance of control he might have claimed over his gastrointestinal tract. A loud, high-pitched, and very sour fart exited the pup's rump and took to the air - all the air - with gay abandon.