Blacktail Deer Plateau only you, in the whole wide world

For traumatized @Saena if she has time! :)

It wasn't until much later that Pura understood the value of the rendezvous site. Wolves had flocked to it whether they belonged to the family or not, and there was always someone to play with - or talk to, if that was your thing. Pura did not rank among the pack's top conversationalists, but sometimes, when quiet, sleepy voices exchanged hushed words in the middle of the night, he had listened.

Now, there was no-one to push through his awkwardness. Pura kept to himself, constantly on the move, stopping only to sleep by that little satellite of pack territory where he and Saēna had played 'Affa and Butter'. The original Fairy Kingdom had decayed into a pile of black mulch and fat splinters, but even if it hadn't, the log had never been big enough to house two growing children.

It was Saēna that he sought out now, moving south from a day-trip to northern border, where Plateau met mountain. Rain fell softly through the leaves, pattering against the boy's freckled back and irritating his ears. He kept his nose down, inhaling the smell of wet earth and wolves in long, deep breaths - the catalogue had grown significantly since those first few days, and he was now skilled enough to piece a story together from just a few whiffs. His sister's signature was everywhere, but not strong enough to suggest that she had been there recently. Eventually, he would find her.