Swiftcurrent Creek whoop, there it is

Fox did not understand why this always seemed to happen. She would come around to greet somebody for some idle smalltalk, and it would end in some sort of weird pity party where she was supposed to help somebody through their problems. Fox figured it had something to do with her rank, but she just didn't get why they did not seek out an older, wiser, more experienced wolf. She was harsh, unkind, and blunt. Unless that was the kind of therapy they were seeking, they were in the wrong place.

“Oh, c’mon,” she sighed, “Don’t get all mopey on me. I was just askin’ a question. Chin-up and all that.” Fox lifted a paw and splashed water at him, trying to get him to lighten up a bit.