Blacktail Deer Plateau Not your son, Not your friend

Of all the wolves of the Plateau, Pura was probably the last he would have expected to come out of Valtyr's mouth. He hadn't even thought of him in his own internal listing, not because he didn't think he could handle it, but because he wondered if Pura would have any interest in Valtýr. He wasn't particularly social, but neither it seemed was Valtýr. Perhaps it would work. It seemed they had met and made some sort of friendship perhaps.

"We can ask him. Would you like to, or do you want me to?" He would again give the option, still wondering a bit at the choice he'd made. Full of surprises, wasn't he?