Blacktail Deer Plateau sea legs

A dark blur halted his progress - Hawkeye would no doubt be pleased about that, but Pura Virtúte squalled unhappily. He wanted to play, but each one of his siblings had chosen this moment to take a collective nap. The soft snores emanating from the den sounded like a threat to the very name of fun, and it made his little paws itch with pent-up energy. When the age of opposites hit him, Pura promised to be an utter nightmare.

"Fuu," the little whelp half growl, half whimpered, turning sad little face up at what was presumably another wolf. This specific scent was new, but there was an undercurrent of Plateau wolf that he recognized. That meant she was obliged to play with him. Right?