Firefly Glen sur-prize!

Roo was possessed. Not by spirits, or demons, but by his own instincts. They compelled him to act under certain circumstances, but he did not understand the involuntary responses he had to these situations and often tried to resist them. It was his most peculiar quirk, to say nothing of his naivety and weird understanding of many things.

"My nose!" he exclaimed. "It smelled something. It makes my paws dig. Look!" His jaws swooped down to grab the bone, around which he tried to talk. "Sheee?" He held the bone proudly. It was a small femur, likely that of a deer that had succumbed to predators some time ago.