Swiftcurrent Creek let minnow how that goes

Luke was pulling her leg. Behati waited a good four or five seconds for the blueberries to appear before she realized it, and stuck her tongue out right back at the stranger when realization hit. "Ha, ha!" she chided him, approaching for a closer look at his strangely coloured face. Nothing about her posture suggested that she was being particularly cautious. His nose and tongue were both blue, but the rest of him seemed to be standard issue wolf - four legs and a head, all of it white. "Do you live here, Blueberry?" the dessert-coloured female asked, looking around for any signs of a pack. It didn't smell like a place that housed wolves, but Behati was no expert. Maybe they didn't do a lot of peeing.