Blacktail Deer Plateau boys can play with dolls too

Poor little baby!

The rain waned and intensified in several cycles, as if attempting to wash the pup clean and promptly giving up when he flung himself into the dirt again. Hawkeye seemed to have the same take on weather as Pura, or perhaps her exasperation with Saēna had reached a peak. The exact details of what had occurred between his sister and Mother Nature were unclear to Pura, but the experience had changed her - the poor girl had gone from premature to vibrant to mousy in three quick strides, and no amount of coaxing or reassurance - from pup or adult - could bring her out of her shell.

But Pura would try, if only because he desperately wanted a playmate. He toddled right at Saēna, every inch of him caked in slick mud save for two big blue eyes. Play with me! he barked, or at least that was what his shaky play bow suggested he had said. The quivering little girl was so clean and white - this would just not do.