Blacktail Deer Plateau i will kill you

Pura's normally flat, stoic expression actually brightened when his sister stepped out of the woods. His ears stood to attention, and the corners of his mouth were taken over by a kind of muscle spasm that must have been the primordial ancestor of the modern smile.

He padded forward, stretching his neck to sniff at the air around his now grown sister. She was lovely, and smelled of forest and cold. It was hard to tell that the two of them were related. Different eyes, different shades, different sizes - as Pura grew, he paled, but to a cold, grey colour that wasn't on the same palette as Saēna's cream.

Satisfied that she was in good health, Pura sat down, studying his sister intently. He wanted to know about her adventure. "Where did you go?"