Witch's Marsh mayday, mayday, mayday

No matter how grim her day Pyro simply couldn't understand why Coelho wasn't having the time of her life with him. He laughed at her response feeling the disgust through her expression, but understood that perhaps she was right about the mud. It was kinda gross, didn't have a particularly pleasing smell at all and he hadn't even thought about how he was going to remove it from his fur. Yet still he was excited.

Haven't seen many frogs actually, he thought aloud just before Coelho right out attacked him with a splash that went right into his dumb open mouth. AAH! he yelled and coughed violently in a dramatic reaction to the coywolf's playful move It's in my mouth! he kept repeating as he purposefully splashed way more muck than it was necessary to get back at Coelho.