Heron Lake Plateau a cold shower

At eight months old a puppy has the mentality of a preteen, according to the 'Souls puppy guide.

There was something weird going on and Ty wasn't sure he liked it. It was like something was in the air, or maybe the water supply. There was a bad smell in the air and a sense that something was changing; he certainly wasn't, and wanted nothing to do with the bizarre behavior he was noticing. He'd spent the past few weeks doing his own thing, keeping his nose clean and out of other people's business, which meant life was pretty chill where he was concerned. Except... The other day, he thought he saw something going down between some of the Redhawks (Phox and Towhee, and a silver-clad woman he didn't care enough about to meet), which left him confused.

It wasn't like Ty had wanted to spy on them. He'd taken an interest in sneaking around, doing what little brothers often did and watching the adults. Seeing the two adults goin' at it was confusing for him; he wasn't mature enough yet to understand what he had been seeing. Beyond that, he figured there was nothing inherently wrong with what he'd glimpsed because they'd had an audience — but still, he'd felt the twisting of his belly and a flush in his cheeks, and he made himself turn away -- then leave, to sort out those images in private.

He was puttering around along a ridge spanning the north of the plateau, sprawling over the edge so that his forelimbs could reaaaaaaaach down at nothingness; his toe-beans spread out in the manner of a cat trying to flex their claws, and his chin and chest rested on an irregular segment of exposed stone. It was dangerous (probably) but he was having fun batting at the air, watching the birds flitting around in the grass beneath the ridge.