Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

He didn't just stink, Dragomir realized once his alarm wore off. His eyes were positively burning, as were his nostrils. Blinking rapidly, the juvenile followed Phox's gesture and stumbled up to the stream, which was hardly more than a dribble of water. Groaning, he abandoned his hope on the bank and flopped down in the snow, rolling vigorously in an effort to scrub the scent off.

It didn't work. Of course it didn't work. Dragomir was still wreathed in the pungent skunk perfume, but at least his eyes were beginning to feel better. From his recumbent position, he had to crane his neck and press his chin against his throat to catch a glimpse of Phox, and he was alarmed to find his hunting companion slouched motionless by the stream. Hey, you okay? he asked, catching his tongue between his teeth moments before spouting off a needless apology. The blame for all this fell solely on the skunk.