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

Pura experienced the social world through a thick, white fog. There were no sharp edges, no colours, no heat. There wasn't much of anything, actually. He couldn't feel what his sister felt - or Peregrine, who stood before him now with an expectant look in his eyes and the word sacred. Somewhere in the background, Fireblaze slunk away into the forest. Pura took several slow steps away from Pied's broken grave and sat down.

"No," he responded after contemplating his own paws for a couple of minutes, glancing up at the Alpha male. Do you understand and do you know were questions he knew well - but sacred was not in his vocabulary.