Blacktail Deer Plateau Husks and shells

The swarthy male flicked one ear, remarking, "Wasn't meant as a bad thing," and shooting Finley a little grin. He then plopped his rump on the ground and began to lick the wet fur on his chest and legs, trying to draw out the moisture. He stopped when it occurred to him that he might accidentally ingest a flea. Gross.

Finley's sage advice made him snort again. "I was hoping to drown them," he explained, "but I'm open to alternatives. Got anything?" he questioned before reluctantly resuming his grooming session.