Sun Mote Copse You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

Shaking her foot did little to dislodge the mess. Alyx's frowny face grew even more frowny when she realized it wasn't going to just come off like water, and so began a miniature meltdown as she waggled her foot around and shrieked, OFFFFFOFOFOFFOFFF! as loud as she could, which was exceptionally loud. If half the pack couldn't hear her shrill screeching, it was an honest miracle.

By the time Phox arrived, she was panting and staring hatefully at her own paw with angry tears prickling in the corners of her eyes. All in all, not the best time for dad to be a Dad. She was so preoccupied with her mucky foot that she didn't even notice when Phox snuck over to a puddle... until he reared up and slammed his paws into it. Flecks of mud and water splattered her beautiful, clean flank.

Alyx had exactly five long seconds where she stared, aghast, at the dirt on her fur before her face contorted into the classic prelude to a tantrum and she threw herself to the ground and rolled around, behaving very much like she'd just been shot while screaming, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!