Redtail Rise Peanut butter on Triscuits and I'm not even stoned

Like the other wolves she had met in this place, this one possessed an unbeatable sense of humor (she really had struck gold!). He ran with her joke, teasing a grin from her, though she quickly rearranged her expression back into one of sincerest concern. Her orange eyes fixed not on his face as a whole now but just his nose instead. She went a little cross-eyed in the process but that was just as well; it was a good look for ole Smash.

"Am I sure? No. I dropped out of medical school," she rejoined in a deadpan tone. "But one thing I definitely learned is that if you're already dead but you're walking around, you're a zombie, not a ghost." Her expression now seemed to say, Like, duh! "You don't appear to be float—" Smash continued, only for him to crouch and then leap at her with a loud, "Boo!"

"Well, shoot, that boo! is undeniable. I stand corrected," she drawled simply, following a slow blink. She held out a darkened leg to him. "Name's Smash. Who are you? Or were you, should I say...?"