Swiftcurrent Creek she's walking on fire

Danica nodded in full agreement with Maera's statement. "Indeed, very bad bugs." She wasn't fond of any of the insects herself so understood the sentiment. Little nuisances the lot of them, though the food sources of many tasty prey creatures, so not entirely without use. She just preferred to ingest them indirectly. Call her crazy.

"You know, your mom might not thank me for this, but I know something that might help." She winked at the pup. "I bet that some nice, cool mud would feel great on those bits. Want to go find some?" What did she care if the kid came back disgusting? Wasn't her problem. And really the mud would help. Tuwawi couldn't be too upset about that.

And what pup could resist the draw of a good old mudbath? As a pup she had been notorious for getting into mud wrestling matches with the other young ones of her pack. Those were the good old days. Now she had to be old and respectable... unless of course she was playing with a kid. Perhaps she could use a mudbath herself. Supposedly it was good for the skin.