Jade Fern Grove people would tell us to get a grip of ourselves

Acheron stared at the woman with wide, apologetic eyes. She was pissed, and understandably so. Some wolves cared a lot about their appearance, and clearly she was one of those wolves. 

Um, shit, I'm sorry, he answered. This crazy badger was chasing me, and i just took off... the freckled man glanced behind her, checking to make sure the terrifying beast hadn't made it here. Things were clear for now. 

He walked from the water and shook out his coat, careful not to splash her again. When he had gotten as much water from his hair as possible, he turned to the stranger. You okay? he asked. I know some stuff about healing. He took a few steps closer. Oh, I'm Acheron by the way.