Blacktail Deer Plateau Homeland

Is it alright if I assume it's near enough to the den for Pura to join in? :D

Pura Virtúte was almost as fascinated by colour as he was by faeces and feet. Almost. The pup's first experiences of dawn and dusk had nearly caused his brain to explode, but shock was absent from subsequent experiences, and he was able to enjoy himself.

Kisu accompanied him that morning, allowing the boisterous pup to stretch his growing legs on a little trip away from the den. It wasn't far - a few hundred meters at most - but Pura took full advantage. He bounded and leaped on his now much sturdier legs, testing his father's patience by veering off route more than once. The pup's fur had thickened, and he was starting to look more like a wolf than a helpless meat parcel. One ear stood upright, but its fellow on the right side of Pura's head lagged behind. It gave him a permanently quizzical look.

"Boo-bloo!" he hollered when the pack's healer (or 'Boo-bloo') came into view, cannoning into her legs with a muffled 'thunk'. Kisu held back, allowing his son space to make his own way through the social maze. As was customary, the whelp gnawed on one of her knees in greeting - as much a habit now as his very frequent, very regular toilet trips - and stared up at her with big, adoring eyes, tail jiggling his plump rear. Boo-bloo was the ultimate game master, and Pura always had high expectations of any encounter with her. "Pleeeh?" he begged, meaning 'play' but struggling to move beyond vowels.