Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

"Gross? You just wait, when you meet one in person. The stench is... beyond words," Osprey returned chuckling, thinking back to her childhood and the one time, when she had fell in a ditch, which had been full of stale and greenish water. She had ended up with a bad itchy skin infection and pack members avoiding the unlucky puppy for a week, because the odour was too unbearable to stick around. That way the inspiration for troll stories had been born.

"Mason is a very nice name," she praised the kid and would have said the same thing, even if he had told that his name was "bucket" or "stinkypie". "Good choice, I will be...?" she pursed her lips (as much as wolves can actually do that?) and looked up briefly to find just as cool codename. For the sake of originality, she could not use her former one. "Water-waffle," the name made no sense, but it was not boring and forgettable.