Blacktail Deer Plateau Bangarang

Pura followed his father in silence. Kisu was a soft-spoken wolf, and his son appreciated that - there were no demands put on him to attempt difficult words or keep up a constant stream of chatter like that which flowed between Junior and her father. The freckled pup cataloged the pair's flowery exchanges carefully, separating swear-words from the rest. Swear words were his favourite. They had a forbidden taste, and he practiced them whenever he managed to steal a moment away from the other pups. Arse. That was a current favourite.

Kisu was relaxing company, but the day had grown long and they needed a change of pace - Pura in particular wanted food and a giant shit, in that order. As if summoned by the older wolf's sigh, their handicapped alpha appeared in their path - but he wasn't on his feet. The grey pup bounded ahead of Kisu, frowning deeply at his uncle. "Doo-pee?" he seconded, referring to Peregrine by his pet name despite knowing full well how to pronounce Peh-ru-green-nuh, thanks very much.