Seaside Moors it will come back

The dark-hooded pup watched her brother wheeze and holler his way around the most immediate area. Chacal was even so bothered by his noise and putrid scent that she was forced to flee from the pup den and vacate somewhere that didn’t reek of Valravn’s mistake. Gin didn’t blame her, of course. If she wasn’t more interested in watching her brother try to find his way out of this mess, she might have followed after Chacal and done away with the stinky young boy.
 
Instead, she listened as the dark child called for their mother. This sparked the young pup to roll her eyes – an expression he would not see. Cautiously, Regin made her way to where he had started his slow transformation into his true form: wet dirt. She peered at the goopy mess that coated his face and almost sneered. Instead, she turned her nose up to him and looked at Val from the corner of her gaze.