Firefly Glen but when i go to sleep at night, don't you call my name

If his compliment had any impact, Riley hadn't noticed it - not that he would pay to mind. Too many other distractions present for his brain to function at full mast.

Too many Tiercels.

But there was only one, so he was confused. How was she so fast, so quick and witty? And -- how could he keep up with her?

His eyes nearly crossed as he tried to look down his muzzle. It took a generous gentleman's thirty seconds for the fact to register: parasites. Ticks.

He recoiled in the most untimely manner. "What?" He was incredulous, disbelieving, and a little panicked. "Get them off!" Riley dropped to the ground and began to claw at his snipey snout.