Blacktail Deer Plateau Husks and shells

She lifted a paw from the muck and patted it down on her face until there were two steaks going down from her eyebrows to the underside of her neck and a big glob on her chin.

I laughed way too hard at this innocent typo and the mental image it created...

Peregrine didn't let in just anyone, though her likeness to Atticus had opened the door for Finley and he saw no reason not to let her through. "Okay," he agreed to her terms, "but I get to do the same right back to you, shitwit." He cackled and winked at her.

While Finley took care of her face (something he didn't even think to question, as it seemed appropriately girly even if Finley didn't strike him as the feminine type), Peregrine tried his best to sink deep into the mud pit. Then he abruptly realized he was getting a little claustrophobic, so he stood. His belly remained suctioned, a giant mess of mud creating a strange tether between his underside and the surface of the viscous pool.

He looked up from this weird sight when Finley spoke. "You're going to have to bite me because you look like a shitfaced assclown. Hey, check this out," he said in the next breath, motioning toward his midsection. "I'm becoming one with the mud. I'm the creature from the brown latrine, ooooo!"