Blacktail Deer Plateau backyard at night

Pura had an overwhelming sense of convention being turned on its head, biologically speaking. Instead of pulling at the ruff of his neck or batting him around the ears, Osprey wiggled harmlessly above him, and the confused boy frowned deeply and twisted his neck to find out what the oppressive little tyrant was up too.

"Waoooo? he grumbled, eyes widening at the sight of Junior's smooth girl-crotch dancing around above his flattened hips. The questioning tone quickly turned into a "Wuh!" of great disapproval - Pura squeezed his eyes shut against the gross display, paddling every leg at his disposal like a rabid sea turtle in his attempts to get away. He wasn't one to take losing very personally, but this was emasculation to the point where he might as well paint his lips red and become a lady of the night there and then.