Blacktail Deer Plateau Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saena didn't question Pura when he went straight for the fox's nose. It was weird, all right, but nothing about her brother was quite normal. That had never bothered her before and didn't now, despite a permanent, almost hypocritical distaste for weirdness in anyone else. Her choice was always the organs, her taste driven by evolutionary preference or something equally mysterious and inexplicable. They were also soft, warm, and tasty... tastier than a nose, she imagined.

Pura distracted her from her studious observation of his chewing with a question. Saena was taken aback not only by the forthrightness of it, but by its content. "Yeah... why?" She couldn't really imagine herself anywhere else. That nice little canyon she'd discovered so long ago on her solitary adventure sometimes came to mind, but it couldn't support wolves, not in the same way the Plateau did. She wouldn't want to leave this pack for any reason but mandatory ones, and supposed that meant she liked it, bad memories aside.