Blacktail Deer Plateau baby's first everything

If he wished to contain Pura Virtúte's various gifts, Dunky Perry was not doing himself any favours by rolling the little pup about. There was nothing violent about the movement, but it caused gases to shift and pop like a secret, dangerous lock.

Kisu's boy whined in discomfort, but his focus was torn between dealing with situation that was unfolding or focusing on the word of interesting things that Peregrine held between his toes. After a day of pootling about, they smelled strongly of 'activity' - a mixture of earth, blood, poop, and the occasional whiff of crushed plant-life.

But the paw was on his belly now, and suddenly, Pura felt nature rumble dangerously within him. His little face scrunched into even more of a frown than it already was, and an involuntary "Hnrgh!" escaped through toothless, clenched jaws. They were at DEFCON 1.