Blacktail Deer Plateau Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Following his return to the Plateau, Pura had withdrawn - again. Junior's disappearance had changed the air, and even after Saēna told him privately of the girl's location, her absence from the pack-lands plagued him. An influx of new faces made things worse. Pura kept to himself, patrolling and cataloguing the furthest reaches of their territory.

It was the balm of Saēna's presence that kept him from disappearing into the mountains. He would catch her scent or see her going about business, and that would soothe him. He rarely engaged, but today, when she called for company, Pura was quick to join her.

Saēna was painted a dark crimson and breathing clouds when he arrived. Against her pale fur, the colour shone like hot coals. Pura squeezed past a burst of naked shrubbery and slid silently to his belly in front of his sister and the kill, reaching his head forward to smear his muzzle with blood.

"Twins," he announced through a stiff grin when he raised his painted head - his first joke since farting in one of the girls' faces.