Blacktail Deer Plateau backyard at night

The freshly violated boy of the litters (or litter - that line was quite blurred) got slowly to his feet, staring uncertainly after Osprey as she galavanted off to inflict herself on some other creature. He knew that the smack had been laid down, but didn't have the presence of mind to do anything about it. If Pura was ever going to develop into a truly dominant wolf, those traits had yet to surface - he enjoyed a tussle, but only stood above the other two girls because one was a cry-baby and the other so small. Osprey would have dominated them all even if she had been born a roach.

Still perplexed but content to accept his fate, Pura swivelled his ears forward and toddled off in the opposite direction to forage among the plants. There were bugs out there that tasted good, but they were the slimy ones that had to be dig out of the ground .