Blacktail Deer Plateau dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you

Pura shrugged listlessly at her suggestion that bonerface bones were even less desirable - logically, that wasn't true. His bones were alive, and the ones he had tasted were most definitely past their sell-by date. His shoulders were still around his chin when she pounced a split second later.

He met her first move with a surprised snarl, rearing onto his hind legs and splaying his front legs to catch her weight.