Silverlight Terrace at war with oneself

He was far too distracted to notice the approach of another. He was lost in a battle to rid himself of the stinky, brown and green blemish on his otherwise perfectly manicured coat. He would lick some off, and the noisily spit and splutter as he attempted to shed the foul substance from the surface of his tongue, going so far as to frantically and comically paw at his own face and lick at the dirt. When he lifted his head from one such effort, he gasped loudly and leaped backward. There before him was...

A foxwolf!

He stared wide-eyed, his lower jaw hanging open. She had to the coat, the size and sort of the face. Her ears could be squished into a bit more of a point but nonetheless, he was thrilled. If he was not looking at a foxwolf, he was certainly looking at a prime example of foxwolfish. "Ohhh!" he wriggled excitedly before running up to her, giving her a kind-of shy, dorky grin. "Pardon the me! I dids not know there were other foxwolfs here!"