Blacktail Deer Plateau sea legs

A heavy weight swung at Pura Virtúte, knocking him off-balance (the whelp was only small, and even the slightest nudge felt like being whacked with a house). He stumbled back but managed to stay on all fours, wide-eyed with surprise. "Nunu?" he blabbered questioningly. Was this a game? It must be a game. He had to win at the game.

The pint-sized wolf dropped to his elbow, rump in the air, and tried to growl at Countess Paw and her fearsome Toe Minions - but his balance was still far from perfect, and the stress of attempting to make a fearsome noise caused his raised bum to tumble sideways. The rest of the little upstart followed, and Pura landed with an "Oof!" on his back.