Blacktail Deer Plateau different direction

I suck.

"Yes, he can. And I can hear him."

Pura's gaze strayed in Atticus's direction - the once vibrant, fun uncle made no move to meet his eyes, or talk, or even blink. The lights were on, but no-one was home.

"He's dead," Pura declared. For all intents and purposes, Atticus was dead - a walking, drooling, eating dead. Fascinating. Dribble began to bead in the corners of Pura's mouth, which he licked away with a few swipes of his tongue. If Atticus was no longer there.. was he sacred? Was he a wolf? His body was, but..

For the moment, Pura pushed Peregrine's warnings aside. "We can eat him," he told Ty calmly. "Because he's dead."