Wapun Meadow it isn't about the stuff

It looked like this kid was trying to hide from her or something, for a few seconds. ...Or maybe he was just failtastically trying to get a better look/sniff of just how much of a mess might've been made down on his underside. Either way...weird. But Brou brushed it off as an unimportant anomalous distraction, especially since she was much more entertained by the implication that he hadn't smelled himself around before either. She giggled, but then turned her back on him as she flipped her tail up again and started off in a businesslike fashion, expecting him to exert those long gangling legs a little to keep up. Well come on, you don't want to stink like that all day now do you? she scolded over her shoulder.

She did pause her march for just a second, white-dipped forepaw raised midair, as he spoke again. What what? Then she realized she must have unthinkingly spoken aloud. Oh, I said 'prodigious,' she said airily, flipping her upcurled tail first to one side and then the other. 'Cuz that's what yer big ol' ears are. Prodigious! Unwilling to stop any longer, she surged forth again. If this boy wanted to talk, he'd better walk the walk while he was at it, because Brou had definitely had her fill of sitting put and behaving. Like, enough for a lifetime. ...Never mind that she didn't actually know this territory and had no real idea where she was headed. Regardless of where their pawsteps might lead Brouhaha was confident it would be someplace more interesting, and figured surely she was bound to run into some significant body of water sooner or later, right? ...Keep up!