Blacktail Deer Plateau boys can play with dolls too

Saēna looked momentarily horrified at the very sight of him, but the play-bow was not an invitation to be ignored. Pups and adults alike were powerless against its magic, and his little sister was no different. She dropped onto her spindly forelimbs with a squelch!, eliciting a yippy bark from Pura Vir-toot.

"Na!" he told her encouragingly, shuffling his own fat little bum backwards. The 'Saē' part of her name belonged to the unintelligible din that surrounded the adults, but Na was something Pura recognized as a noise that was often directed at his sister. His own noise was Poo-a, for more reasons than one, but he wasn't to know that yet.

Forelegs were a good start, but there was at least 200 square miles of pristine white fur that needed a lesson in fun. Pura barked again, whacking his paws against the soupy film of dirt that covered every inch of the rendezvous site.