Blacktail Deer Plateau baby's first everything

"Man, you're a ticking stink bomb," Peregrine marveled as he heard the youngster's guts rumble threateningly. "How about we spare the peanut gallery?" he suggested in the next moment, making a decision on his feet.

Realizing the risk he was taking, Peregrine nudged the dappled youngster onto his belly again, clipped his scruff in his teeth, then hoisted him and swung around to face the den's mouth. Taking a single step outside it, he gently deposited Pura in the warm afternoon sunshine. He gave a little sigh of relief to have avoided any form of excrement in his nose and mouth.

"Okay, Pura, you're go to burp and fart and shit to your tiny heart's delight," Peregrine declared to the deaf boy. "And the women will thank me for not letting you gas them out of house and home," he mused with a chortle.