Blacktail Deer Plateau hey hey, you you!

No sooner had he spotted his target than it called to him. Pura raised his head from the dirt without breaking stride, and loped the last fifty meters that separated him from the Plateau's Gamma. Lasher had an easy way about him, and didn't seem to be the type to mince his words - traits the growing Virtúte admired.

"Hello. Good morning," Pura greeted excessively. It was polite to give conversations an official beginning, and he had come to enjoy that practice. He regarded the dark wolf's face curiously, tail sweeping gently above the ground. "What are you doing? It is early." Was Lasher also a patrolman?