The Tangle all tied up, no more love

@Valkyr

During his time leading Big Cliff, he'd only ever had one major complaint — aside from his friends being idiots and the lack of Lily, of course. Each day, without fail, he would wake up and observe the bane of his existence from the highest point of the cliffs and complain about it for a solid minute before starting his day. Satan's Butthole, he'd called it — a winding, rocky territory next to his own full of unforgiving drops and thorny bushes and generally anything that could make a wolf's life hell.
This place reminds him of Satan's Butthole. He hates it. He hadn't thought anyone capable of having two buttholes, but apparently Satan does, because he can't think of this place any differently. It's too bad he's gone and gotten himself lost in here. He pauses his irritable trek to sniff the air, hoping to catch some scent that will tell him which direction he needs to go. He catches the salt of the ocean and the various scents of the earth, and some stale wolf scents — but nothing helpful. He snorts, thinking he'd almost rather toss himself back into the ocean than stay here another minute.