Blacktail Deer Plateau turn it up

Pura was slow to join the party. He never strayed far from his sister these days, stalking her across the Plateau when she moved, sulking when her scent trail disappeared. Today he found her easily, standing with Junior - and that red lady that Peregrine had casually dropped into their lives. He was less perturbed by her presence now - it was change that upset him, not Fox herself, and once she had proven herself to be a relatively normal wolf, she blended into the machine like everyone else.

He approached his sister and cousin diagonally from behind, just in time to hear Fox explain the reasons for her 'dance'. Pura had missed the display, but presumed it must have looked really ridiculous if an explanation was needed. He stopped level with Saēna, casting a quick glance down at his sister before fixing his blank, metallic eyes on Fox. She looked so strange. Pura had never seen a red so intense - except in injured or irritated skin. "Maybe it's your fur," he contributed dully.