Swiftcurrent Creek sun kil moon

Bones watched, fascinated, as Lecter licked the grime on his coat into a disgusting sort of lather, then began to rub himself against her. Meanwhile, she tried to focus on what Ferdie was saying, though she found it difficult. Lecter's movements tickled her, then there was the scent, now stronger than ever in her nose. She'd asked for it but it didn't mean that her stomach didn't suddenly turn, forcing her mouth closed against the spray of vomit that threatened and refusing to breathe.

"Dear god," eventually exploded out of the youth's mouth once she couldn't hold her breath any longer. She was half-choking, half-laughing. Her green eyes teared. "The skunks will fear me, as will the long dead!" Bones crowed bemusedly, wondering if she would ever be able to get rid of the stink. If she tried to bathe, would she pollute the creek and kill off all the fish, she wondered?

Until that day came, if it ever did, Bones felt like some sort of powerful bio-weapon. "Think I'm gonna go give those skunks a fright!" she said to her cohorts, waving her silvery tail at Fox, Lecter and Ferdie (and waving the foul stench everywhere) before springing away to unleash the power of her reek upon the unsuspecting wildlife that called the creek's territory home.