Blacktail Deer Plateau neener-neener

I've been away with work - I can spree this out if you'd like, or conclude it in my next post!

Pura ended up in a part of the plateau that, for some inexplicable reason, he had neglected to explore. He saw no structural changes and it smelled the same, but the air felt a little colder, and his heart a little darker.

"Junior?" the teenager called out, listening out for the slightest rustle of movement. He didn't understand his sisters. Each one of them was impossibly complicated, wearing ten different skins in as many days. Presently, Junior was avoiding the entire pack, and Pura worried that she might actually throw herself into the river and leave only ears behind. Only this time, Peregrine would not be here to bury her.