Blackfoot Forest make it up as you go

The big goat-man didn't seem to have any clue what to do about his insult--or rather, it hadn't registered yet. When it did, the wolf got such a hurt look on his face that Rory actually felt a little bad. His own wounded pride wouldn't let him apologize so easily, however.

"You were mean first!" He protested, wiggling after his fall to try and get back on his feet. Rory squeaked in protest as the wolf suddenly stepped up, planting a paw on his back and sniffing at him. "Wha--! Ghe'off!"

They were nose-to-nose now, and the stranger was licking furiously at his muzzle. Rory wiggled in confusion and frustration, whining hotly. "S'opit! What're yo--" He had to stop then, as talking while someone else's maw was right up against his meant getting an unwanted tongue in across his teeth. It was almost like one of mama's forcible baths.