Blacktail Deer Plateau bonecracker

When he told her to smell, Osprey Jr. rose to the occasion by taking a big whiff of the cool, rainy air. It burst back out of her even as the stranger explained how the rain showers dampened not just fur but scents as well. Before she could really process or remark on this, he flung himself to the ground and began to slather himself with mud.

Junior quickly followed suit, letting her legs buckle and flipping onto her back to twitch about on the mucky ground. Her cohort explained to her how the mud could act as a camouflage, even as he stood and mimicked creeping. She blinked up at him, raindrops catching in her eyelashes, and nodded.

"Iss washin' off!" she pointed out to him even as she rolled over and sat upright. She could feel the cool rain rinsing the mud out of her black coat. When she looked down, runnels of cold water cut paths through the grime on her legs, quickly making it watery. Filthy water pooled around her, only to be washed away itself as the rain continued to fall.

Licking her wet lips, Osprey looked up at the male and spontaneously announced, "I gotta poop!"