Blacktail Deer Plateau oh hey hey

Maybe @Dante will hop in? :D

It took a long time for the white noise to subside. The older, the more aware he became, the less tolerance Pura had for it.

He hadn't gone far. For a full moon's turn, he hugged the edge of the plateau, rarely venturing beyond his self-dug little den. He ate, slept, ran, and pondered - endlessly. The silence was wonderful. He missed Saēna. Occasionally, her scent wafted down from above - but never Kisu's, and it wasn't long before he could smell neither Fox nor Peregrine. The world kept on turning without him, and Pura was glad.

But now, at seven months old, he felt ready. It was an hour shy of complete darkness when the blue-grey youth reached his birth pack's southern border, lowering himself onto his haunches to wait. He didn't howl.