Lost Creek Hollow when you fall, there'll be a party [m]

mint. pah. but when he came back, he had bark tucked into his cheek and a mouthful of pungent green shit for sadey.
"nasty stuff," he growled, spitting the mint out near her paws. colt roller the bolus of bark to his other gumline, reclaiming his perch on the moss. 
"she said there were a lotta packs around. might be good to give em a good scope before we choose any fer a score."
he shot earthen juice onto the ground from beneath his tongue and beamed at sadey. "she was real charmin' but yew know I ain't one to court my way into bed."