Blacktail Deer Plateau this is how we roll

Pura didn't know it yet, but his milkshakes (or shaken milk, dispensed in gaseous form) was bringing all the girls to the yard. Hawkeye planted an appreciative kiss on his head, obviously thrilled by the fresh dispensation of gas. The little boy squeaked appreciatively, but his good mood was short-lived - something soft, wet, and weird had attached itself to his stump of a tail. No amount of ineffectual wiggling would shake the attacker! Stressed and desperate after mere seconds of mistreatment, Ty's victim fell sideways and rolled onto his back - the toothless den-mate persevered. He would have to up the ante. In a last ditch attempt to free himself, Pura turned to the only weapon at his disposal that held more sway than farts. There was a furious squawk, some kind of 'hngh!', and then a thin stream of warm, yellow urine arced into the air.