Blacktail Deer Plateau these impressionable youths

Blue Willow caught up quickly, and the pair walked side by side into the great beyond. They would likely not stray over the Plateau's borders (if you did, there was a 75% chance that it would be a cliff, and that would be less than ideal), but to Pura it was the adventure of the week. Or month. His concept of time was a little off - the minutes between two meals seemed like an epoch, but fun started and ended within the blink of an eye. Time was a fickle, cheating, bastard machine, he decided - or felt, but could not put into words. Whatever filthy creature operated its controls would soon be at the mercy of his dragons.

The Daenerys-with-a-dong of Blacktail Deer Plateau flashed a surly look behind Blue's back when she tried to engage him in conversation, but accepted that this was the price for a good time. He wasn't about to make it rain, but the diligent Alpha had made herself deserving of one or two choice words. "Buh-luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue," he told her, looking skywards whilst she inspected something in the dirt. "Aaan' guh-reeeen, aaan'.. " Fierce? Breath like a cold breeze? Scales glinting like a school of river fish? Pura scrunched up his nose, summoning his inner Perry. "Biiiig f-f-...fuuuckin' fats. Faaaarr-tuhs. Far-tuhs." Farts. Right.