Flycatcher Downs i've been everywhere, man

Murdock gave an ungraceful snort at Shale's assessment of their brother. "He was a little bitch, a lot of the time," he reminded the younger wolf. "'member how whiney he used to be? Always moanin' and complainin' about something. Couldn't say it when we all thought he was dead, could we? But now we can." An evil grin split his toothy jaw. He'd give Grayday hell when they saw him again - especially if he was the same old sad-sack he'd been back at home.

The man gave a little chuckle as something came to mind. "Was it you or him that walked in on Uncle Canyon doin' it with that chick from the badlands?" he asked, almost unable to get the words out through his supressed laughter. "And then went crying to mom because - because Uncle and Sandstorm got stuck together!" By the end, he was howling with laughter, picturing a little tearstained face. Eyes still puppy-blue and fur a mottled grey, the boy had sputtered out a plea for help on behalf of his 'poor' uncle, enlisting his mother's help to get them apart.

You can pick either of them, or say that it must have been one of the younger litters. Up to you!