Blacktail Deer Plateau PACKTIVITY — Scary monsters and nice sprites

A flash of grey fuzz exploded out of the greenery somewhere behind Perry's wooden armchair, silent apart from the rustle of underbrush and a soft oof! when his paws connected with earth. The Virtúte boy threaded his way past strangers and friends, paused to butt Atticus softly in the back of the head and eventually joined his cousin at the head of the pack.

He arrived in time to catch her mention snacks, and nodded vigorously in agreement with the request. It was well past dinner-time, and Pura had spent the vast majority of the day trying to get away from anyone that tried to babysit him - or even engage him in conversation. A very slight speech impediment was being made worse every day, and the gut-wrenching shame he felt over it made practice rather infrequent. Peregrine's daughter claimed her father's good side, so Pura made do with the ground just in front of him, head canted back to stare expectantly up at the dark alpha. Maybe he would vomit up something tasty.