Blacktail Deer Plateau these impressionable youths

Something was happening in the world above their heads. Even Pura could sense tension among their trio of caretakers, despite being less perceptive to - and the least interested in, frankly - the goings-on beyond the sources of the next fun thing. Peregrine was frequently absent, and the only boy had been dimly aware of an emotional and uncharacteristically civil exchange between Junior and his sister on the subject.

Like his uncle, Pura was instinctively deterred by this build-up of feelings and oestrogen, and spent most of his days inspecting every inch of the rendezvous - effectively mimicking the older male's 'ranging' on a smaller scale. By the time he had sniffed the last inch of ground, the first was unfamiliar again - it continued on like this until he was engaged by someone willing to play, or offer food.

Speech came slow to Pura. The girls were stringing crude sentences together, but the palest of the truly greyscale bunch said very little. He was bigger now, approaching the eldest pups in size, and his baby blues had started to harden into a bright, metallic grey. These eyes were trained on a rare four-leaf clover at the far end of their garden now, wondering what it had done to become so horribly deformed.