Blacktail Deer Plateau dig up your mother, chew on her bones

Pura chewed slowly, methodically, watching Peregrine with placid, malice-free eyes. To Fireblaze he said nothing; she approached as if she had not seen the desecrated graves, nor the wolfish paw at the end of the bone in his mouth. Perhaps the dead were not so sacred in her world.

"Pura. These are the bones of your mother and your sister. This is all we have left of them. Digging them up was bad. Chewing on them was very bad."

Peregine tugged at the bone, and Pura obediently let go of it. As much as the wiring in his brain allowed, he was very fond of his second father and leader - the creature largely responsible for maintaining order at Blacktail Deer Plateau, even with his heart so freshly ripped out of his chest.

"Bad," Pura repeated diligently, brows furrowing in mild disappointment - in himself. He lack the innate mechanism that would have forewarned him of the beastliness of his actions, and it annoyed him that Peregrine had to step in to fill the role of an instinct that everyone else seem to possess.

"And you will never, never do this again. Do you read me, Pura?"

Pura rose from the disturbed earth. Peregrine was disappointed in him. Factually, he knew that, but there was no accompanying sting in his chest. Ty and Saēna either sulked or threw a tantrum when their father admonished them, and he had watched their body language - ears flat, shoulders slumped. He mimicked this posture now, averting his eyes and murmuring: "S-s-orry.. for be bad." Slowly, carefully, he reached two wide, soiled paws forward to pull the dirt back over his mother's leg, and patted it smooth.