Blacktail Deer Plateau mountaintop

If nothing else, babies were tenacious. Casmir appeared to have recovered, puffing out his little chest at the very real threat in front of him. In the background, Lasher relaxed, but the white female that Pura had spotted a few times before still looked a little nervous. Pura broke eye contact with the pup to study her, eyes narrowing. What reason did she have to suspect him of anything?

"Pura," he introduced. "I was born here." There. That ought to settle her. He turned his attention back to Casmir, lowering himself slowly to the ground. This was a watershed moment. As much as Pura wanted to scare the child again, it would not serve him well in the grander scheme of things. Eventually, Casmir would not bounce back from it.

"Play?" Pura offered, extending his paw.