Blacktail Deer Plateau be my eyes

The earth was silky soft and cool again his paw pads. Pura revelled in the sensation, digging with slow, repetitive swipes whilst his manikin face stared straight ahead.

"Hey Pura. How ya doing?"

Pura's digging slowed and eventually stopped, like a large machine losing power. He carefully arranged his face into one of the sad little smiles he had seen Auntie Blue wear, and turned to look at the approaching wolf.

Dante had strange, white eyes that made his face look a little expressionless at times. Pura found that comforting, knowing that his own face did not twist and morph as much as everyone else's. He had learned to identify extreme emotions - anger, sadness, happiness. Peregrine's expression upon finding the pup with his own mother's bones in his mouth had been less cleared, but the subsequent (and mild) telling-off he received for doing it cleared up any confusion.

"P-play?" the grey boy stuttered, easily mimicking a hopeful look - brows lifted, eyes wide. It was an expression that pups used regularly, and often resulted in success.