Blacktail Deer Plateau Terrors in my head

I'm going to post again as Pura's actions have no bearing on what's going on, so I figure posting order isn't that important?

Down below, Peregrine barked frantic orders. Pura acknowledged Amelie's presence with a backward flick of the ear, but didn't take his eye off the gathering of wolves by the river. Even though he heard and understood the words that were being exchanged, they had no gravity. Were they sad? Angry? He sensed discord, but there were endless variations of emotion that fit that description. It was 'not good' when Junior let a deuce drop in the bedroom, just as Peregrine's near miss accident had been 'not good' - their relative position on the scale was harder to work out.

Amelie's nose found the boy's cheek. He allowed it, having added the dark teen to his short list of individuals that were permitted to touch him. Every day, it became harder to append another name.