Blacktail Deer Plateau neener-neener

Dante was conveniently nearby. Pura turned towards the sound, returning the exact same greeting. With one final look in the direction of the den where his mother had died, the teenager broke away and padded towards his Alpha.

Pura wasted no time. He had the overwhelmingly uncomfortable feeling that something wasn't quite right with the plateau. The ripples if Peregrine's departure were still causing drama, particularly among its youngest residents, and the constant change was like an itch he couldn't scratch.

"What's happening?" he asked, blank eyes fixed on Dante's face.