Blacktail Deer Plateau i should have worshipped her

Pura quickly relaxed his face and assumed the bewildered stare of someone that had no idea why he was being squealed at. He stared at Casmir's ugly, squashed little mug as he cried - the bare gums, the fat belly. If Pura had ever been this small and defenceless, he did not remember it now.

"He's scared of my face," Pura told the approaching Lasher, ears swivelling bravely into the noise. He reached a broad paw forward to tap awkwardly at the pup's round, fuzzy side. This one was obviously broken.

Slight PP?