Kintla Flatlands black widow

"I'm doing okay. I just hope Junior is alright so we can get her home safe and sound."

Pura smiled stiffly back, until Kaskara gave a non-verbal cue to move on. I hope Junior's alright. The boy repeated the sentence in the privacy of his own mind a few times, feeling the weight of the words. The logical side of his brain knew that this was an anxious time. He wasn't slow, despite what his dire need for speech therapy - just.. not perceptive in the emotional arena. There was an entire world of colour that he could not see, and its absence made Pura's world very quiet, and very calm.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden arrival of a strange, black wolf. Pura had never seen a non-Plateau wolf before, and stared unabashedly at the new arrival. He looked normal enough, smelled a little strange - stale, or salty. Kaskara stopped, blocking the pup's path with a limb; a clear sign, Pura had learned, that things were not as they should be. The grey boy came to a dutiful halt, but said nothing.