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Peregrine explained and Pura absorbed, letting it all soak into his mind like coffee into the biscuit layer of Tiramisu. If the rest of the pack thought him slow, they showed no impatience - and the pensive whelp with his metallic coat and vacant gaze was none the wiser. The entirety of his focus was on outside impressions, leaving very little for introspection - or even opinions. It would come, eventually.

Pura's eyes drifted down to the dead, black eyes of the doe. In its place, he imagined a wolf, and felt around in his mind for a reaction. Nothing. "I can do that," he said, first to himself, then again to Peregrine - confidently, despite the momentary stutter: "I can kill tress.. tr-..tres-pass-ers." Whether or not he would eat the body afterwards remained to be seen - his uncle's cautioning tone from that day at the graves still lived within him, but Pura could not help but be fascinated by the deceased in ways that weren't entirely healthy.