Blacktail Deer Plateau The hunger games

For Pura, fights with Junior had become a natural part of the day - no more or less pleasant than taking a dump or having a pee (unless she was being particularly aggressive, of course, in which case there was a comparison to be made with violent diarrhea).

The difference between his experience of the feisty little queen and Saēna's was that Pura occasionally won those fights. His sister, still the daintiest of the bunch, didn't have much to offer by way of brawn.

A flash of cream caught Pura's attention as he lounged at the center of the clearing, having spent a good hour drinking excessive amounts of water and peeing. He had seen an adult purposefully mark the borders of their play-pen and, without any understanding of why it was being done, had proceeded to copy. Excessively.

"Nana?" he called, rolling onto his belly and getting to all four comically large paws. A few seconds of deep thought (and some hard squinting to emphasize exactly how sleuth-like he was being) allowed Pura to deduce that his sister had sprouted out of the ground in the vicinity of a nearby log. She had become adept at eluding the other three, disappearing and reappearing again with such suddenness that Pura was beginning to wonder if she was part wolf, part air.

With a quick glance his sister, who would have reached the meat by now, he padded over to her precious log to inspect. Maybe other air/wolf hybrids would sprout out of the ground and play.