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Fox answered casually, identifying the stench as belonging to a wolf named Lecter, who evidently knew much about healing. Bones's nose wrinkled and she laughed at the thought of someone who smelled that bad (that filthy) trying to treat wounds. She certainly wasn't the most hygienic individual in the world, yet she'd always assumed that cleanliness and medical treatment were mutually inclusive.

The wolf himself appeared a beat later, looking a bit mad, especially in the eyes. Bones blinked at his joke, then cracked a broad grin. "Oh, oh! Me!" she replied, despite her earlier remark. Although young Bones would not deny that he stunk, she wasn't opposed to it. Rather, she sometimes enjoyed the decidedly canine past-time of rolling in smelly things, as was evidenced by her genuine enthusiasm.

Another male approached and Bones nodded to him and said, "Ahoy!" in salutations. Her pastel green eyes then shifted back to Lecter, waiting for him to show her where and how to obtain this perfume of dead and rotting fish.