Blacktail Deer Plateau Little Fang

Pura wrinkled his nose at the noise, but didn't budge. Valtýr had a lot of voice for such a little pup. Everything about his tone and body language suggested distress. The older boy analyzed all of this in contemplative silence before speaking.

"OK. We can look for him," he offered, thinking that perhaps the kid would calm down if he had some closure. "We thought Junior was dead, but it wasn't her. She's fine now." Pura presumed that by 'taken', Valtýr actually meant 'deceased'. The freckled Virtúte did not mince his words, and was of the opinion that 'dead' and 'gone' were two very different things, and one really ought to specify.