Jade Fern Grove got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli

stigmata pressed his ears forward, as if straining to comprehend the male's blather, before responding with little more than a coolly derisive snort. the insinuation that he slept hard enough for anyone to simply urinate near him, let alone in his mouth, was asinine, and he found it  absent  of any decent humor - regardless of whether such words had been said only to beleaguer him further or not.    

despite the disturbing disillusionment of watching this dark piece of art go from attractive competitor to jug-headed buffoon, stigmata was forthcoming enough to reveal his intended direction, which rewarded him with...

he stared vacantly at the long-winded brute. he talked much too much, and had the audacity to ask questions after boasting his atrocious manners. stigmata had been willing to comply at first - remain civil, in the least - but he could not conjure up another single want-to after this stranger had proven himself even more mixed-up than he sounded.

without bothering to respond, the black-smoke hound turned to head somewhat along the same path he had been going on; trotting on a slightly different trajectory now that he refused to turn his back completely towards the other male as he went. the only advantage this wolf had over stigmata were the fresher companion scents clinging to his pitch coat, and this only served to make the wardog more cautious of his musty crowing, rather than feeling vexed by it.