Blacktail Deer Plateau bonecracker

No hesitation, not even a pause. Dante was seriously impressed by the pup's forwardness. Osprey Jr., it seemed, lived up to her reputation grandly. In answer to her question, he tipped his head back once more, then gurgled the rain that landed in the back of his throat. Swallowing, he smiled at Jr. "Who doesn't?"

Inspired, Dante bent down conspiratorially next to the pup. "You want to know a secret? The rain can be a wolf's best friend sometimes. Any idea as to why?" Dante was curious if the pup would be able to figure out the answer, at least in part. He was in no way expecting one so young to know, but it was a lesson he had learned well as a young one. The elements were some of a wolf's best weapons at times. Of course, he had learned this as it related to other wolves first and foremost. In this instance, though, the lesson applied just as well to hunting. He doubted Peregrine would approve of his daughter getting the signature Obscurum education. She was feisty enough as is.