Blacktail Deer Plateau Husks and shells

Your post made me laugh. Technically, the fleas are an STD!

He was so far adrift—mentally, that was—that Peregrine didn't even know he had company until she spoke. Startled, his eyes flew open and he jerked, noisily splashing water. He bobbed for a moment, then sought purchase and stood, cold water cascading off him and causing his dark fur to lie flat against his muscles. With a little shake, he stepped out of the brook, all the while looking at Finley with almost suspicious curiosity.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, trying to keep the incredulous amusement out of his voice. He gave his body another shake, even twirling his tail to send a rope of water flying through the air. Now he looked slightly less waterlogged.