Blacktail Deer Plateau neener-neener

"I am not sure," Dante responded honestly. Pura looked back over his shoulder at the place where Junior's scent disappeared into the rock.

When he looked back at the Plateau's Alpha, it was not with accusation or angry tears. "Will she come back?" was all he asked, as if the answer would make no difference to him at all.

But at his core, Pura was changing. Gentle drops did not crack a boulder, and that was exactly how the boy experienced the emotional firestorms that blazed around him.. but they took their toll, eventually.