Fox's Glade so fresh so clean

Even during the scuffle, while Vihaan wanted to get away from the possibility of danger and damage to his precious self, he had half a mind to grapple with the other man's face; to hold him with his forelimbs in a wolfish hug, just for the chance to be up close and personal. But the moment was fleeting, and before he knew it Sriracha was escaping — er, letting him up, more like it. It wasn't the kind of roll in the dirt he'd been interested in, but, whatever.

Eh, gotta deal with the bad before you can get to the good stuff — right? You know what I mean, as he rambled he waved a paw lazily to and fro, and then hoisted himself up from the dirt so he could sit properly; Vihaan shook his scruff in a noncomittal manner and loosed a tiny yawn, unable to stop the automatic response. Just lookin' for some adventure. But there doesn't seem to be much 'venturing going on in this place. How boring. The boy snorted, and after a second got to his feet.

Unless you're the adventure I've been looking for? He drawled as demurely as he could; but considering there was a wad of snot ground in to the fur of his cheek and throat, it wasn't very effective.