Blacktail Deer Plateau baby's first everything

The three elder puppies lay relatively motionless, sleeping in the warm sunshine like milk-drunk kittens. Only Pura moved presently, his speed impressive even if his form was lacking. Peregrine's lips twitched upward at the corners as he watched the small boy, admiring his fierce will and his energy. Pura and his sister might have arrived earlier than they were meant and they were both quite tiny, yet they were still robust all the same, Pura especially.

"C'mere," the swarthy Alpha male grunted, ducking into the den and scooping little Pura toward him with a large, black paw. He settled the hoary youngster between his planted forepaws. "You're a star, Pura, and I mean that in the most literal terms; you're a ball made of energy and gas." Peregrine snickered, very lightly and playfully smashing his broad paw against young Pura's small head.