Blacktail Deer Plateau Little Fang

The other wolf did not cease his approach when Val dropped like the boy had hoped. Instead, the older male chose to unabashedly inspect the reedy kid with rough pokes and prods. The sooty child's tail curled under his haunch as his ears cupped against their darker crown. Every time he managed to glance towards his company, Pura's hard glare waited for him. The child resigned to look at the ground and let an uncomfortable whine slip from his lips.

But Pura's next words caused a potent brew to stir within the youth chest as a playback of Larus' abduction reeled in his head. The child had not yet come to terms with that fact that his brother probably had been eaten. According to Lucius (or rather Val's misinterpretation of Lucius' words) the siblings were supposed to fight the cat off, not glued to the den floor like weaklings.

All at once his grief, fear, and anger came to a head. "SHUT UP!" Valtýr shrieked as he jumped to his feet, fur puffed up like a scared cat. Pura's words had hit a raw nerve.