Stone Circle the wicker wolf

EHH!? How was mud supposed to help him? Mud was fun and he loved fouling himself in mud but mud was just that: mud. But there was a more urgent matter at hand, and the topic of mud was cast aside.

He stomped a paw down. Don't. Tell. Then that same paw lifted to shoo her. Go. Swift still never budged from where he sat, twitching and fidgeting. Through his nose blew a frustrated sigh as he shifted uncomfortably from one back foot to the other, at times his rump lifting from the ground before he caught himself and planted it once more.

Bye!