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The strong smell of blood drew Pura from his hiding place beneath a bush nearby, where he had retreated to snooze when the sun's intensity threatened to break him. He did not suffer as much as his darker pack-mates, but found any measure of heat particularly irritating for one reason or another. Perhaps it was his size.

When he found Peregrine, the Alpha was lapping blood from the open throat of a young doe. The sight of a kill so fresh made Pura dribble, and he did so freely, without making any effort to catch the slimy ropes of saliva with his tongue. "Can I also?" he asked - slowly, but without a stutter - transfixed by Peregrine's wet muzzle.