Blacktail Deer Plateau sea legs

Blue Willow adjusted him for flight, and Pura Virtúte did his utmost to maintain the stance she had arranged him into. When his fat little belly made contact with his sitter's paw, the boisterous whelp clutched at it to avoid being bounced back into the air. His happy, gasping little pants said 'victory!', but the joy was soon replaced by a perplexed little look - what were you supposed to do with something you caught? Lick it? Chew? Pura opened his mouth as wide as it would go, closed it over the smallest of Blue Willow's toes, and om-nom-nom-ed quietly.

The very act of chewing sent a message to his stomach. Very soon, little Pura's belly began to whine and gurgle - a dangerous sound; all three of his primary guardians would attest to that. At this point, even Pura knew what was about to happen. He turned a sad little face up at Blue Willow.

"Ooo, oo!" he informed her urgently, a split second before his bowels let go.