Blacktail Deer Plateau be my eyes

It worked - better than Pura could have hoped. Suddenly he was being given options; play, patrol, or heal. "Patrol," he replied without hesitation, stepping away from his half-dug hole to stare expectantly at Dante. Every since Junior's disappearance, there were strict rules to follow when it came to leaving the rendezvous site - and some distant part of Pura's mind wanted more than ever to be good. Perhaps if he was good enough, Peregrine would stop avoiding eye contact.