Blacktail Deer Plateau Nuclear

Pura stared. He could scarcely remember suggesting to Valtyr that he should take on a guardian, and certainly hadn't expected to be chosen for the job. It was a position of trust - and responsibility.

Pura had never gotten the sense that he wasn't liked by the pack, but his particular brand of brain kept him at a distance. Perhaps this was his way in. Without leaving it long enough to suggest to Dante that he was hesitating, Pura nodded. "What do you want me to do?"