Blacktail Deer Plateau cubanisto

"Hello Pura!"

It was as though he had never left. Pura's silvery tail swished gently behind him as he approached, stretching a long, sinewy neck to sniff at Blue. She smelled.. clinical. A sharp, herby scent. Not entirely unpleasant, but Pura much preferred the smell of wet earth and warm fur. These were the smells of the every day.

"Adjusting," Pura answered carefully, frowning gently as he turned the medic's words words over in his mind. "Why are you looking after Finely and Junior?" Were they sick?