Blacktail Deer Plateau baby, can you focus on me?

Forrest's mahogany eyes flickered to the amber gaze of the strange male, a smile slowly writing itself across her maw. I, well, she began, Why, I woke up to the strangest smell! You didn't notice? It was so pungent that she wondered how it could have slipped past anyone! Now that she'd moved around a bit, it seemed to have faded, though she could still detect it in the distance.

Perhaps it was the smell of illness; both Grayday and Sorrel had seen her on different occasions for similar symptoms. It was possible that this odor was emanating from the two of them and she just hadn't gotten a whiff of it initially. Whatever the cause, Forrest didn't appreciate it. Forgive me. My name is Forrest. And yourself?