Blacktail Deer Plateau death and all his friends

Somewhere nearby, Pura was watching.

He had witnessed the coaxing of the wolf-shaped wreck into the Plateau's clinic, and lingered to see if he would die. Once, safe in the knowledge that exhaustion would keep their guest from waking up, he poked his head in to listen for breaths, and withdrew in disappointment when he heard short, sharp puffs leaving the bedraggled body.

For hours, he waited, lingering close enough to see the shadow of the den's occupant - until eventually, something stirred. A string of harsh coughs and groans announced that Galileo had woken up - and that he most certainly was not well. It did not take a Blue Willow to make that assessment.

Pura stalked closer. He moved with predatory precision, paw pads melting silently onto the ground. Slow, measured breaths accompanied his progress.