Blacktail Deer Plateau Little Fang

Val's huffed as his chest heaved, eyes blinking away tears. Pura's acknowledgement of his plight held back the Sveijarn from a full force breakdown, and the pup gave a weak nod as a paw wiped away snot. Yes... look for him. That would ease his worries. Or would it?

But the boy had seen the lynx pluck Larus from the den. The fear in his brother's eyes. The commotion as the adults searched for the lost child. To Valtýr, there was little hope left that his sibling was alive; a notion he had steeled himself against for some time. Yet, something about Pura's objective gaze unraveled him and a macabre shroud finally, and probably irreparably, tarnished his spirit. "O-okay," he agreed hesitantly, unnerved by Pura's presence.