Blacktail Deer Plateau Mispers

For any BDP wolf - takes place a day after this thread.

Valtýr had been up most of the night and now lazed, strung out across the roots of his favorite maple tree. His body ached and energy waned — symptoms of a growing boy — yet the dull pain could hardly erase what he had been witnessed to just the day prior. Saena had openly challenged Osprey, circling around him in the process, and the teen could still remember the hair raising on his neck. It was funny to him that the specific memory of her rugged touch was far more vivid than Osprey's move to send the Blacktail to the floor.

The firefoot rolled onto his back, a bit perplexed, and watched the clouds drift by.