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Pura nodded - he liked clear lines, and Peregrine couldn't have been more absolute. He settled down near the animal's head, chewing experimentally on its velvety lips. The texture wasn't exactly appetite-inducing. He watched his leader gnaw the skin off the doe's leg whilst the gear churned inside his skull, pushing thoughts through like a river of treacle.

"What about b-bad wolves?" he ventured. Junior was set to become a warrior, and Pura knew that patrolling would eventually involve run-ins with foreign wolves.. heck, members of their own pack were strangers once, and accepting anyone into the fold was a gamble. What happened if things didn't go as planned?