Moonstone Quarry good job, dagger

buffalo stared between martha's lemony eyes and the empty space alongside himself. "byll?" he murmured in disbelief, two-toned gaze widening. "is that so?" letting out his breath in a polite little gasp, buffalo gathered himself to his feet. "i'll go and fetch them right away! we can't let martha suffer."
his voice had begun to hang heavy with sarcasm; at length he tittered and stropped vigorously at the ground with his forepaws. "you can't see my sister, you ninny." he swept his lips with a tongue that continued to loll from parted jaws, until the man saw fit to go on. "i know how i look,  dagger, but i'm really a swell guy. and good with herbs." buffalo's chest puffed a bit as he tooted his proverbial horn, gaze sliding to the downed coywolf to gauge her reaction.