Sleepy Fox Hollow The way she goes, Bubs

She chuckled softly, but knew better than to push his buttons now that he had so begrudgingly allowed her to stay in his home while she awaited for Etienne's return. She would bury the sea urchins somewhere, so that the smell would wane quickly. She was hungry, btu not hungry to risk eating another of the delicacies and risk making a huge stink herself. 

"T'ank you, Anselm Zonnenvasser," She pronounced his name as well as she could, willing to give him a win by playing nice. She doubted that very few wolves thanked him for anything- it would likely do him some good to realize that being nice could feel nice. "An' don' be worryin'. I keep myself very tidy when I am not travelling scores of miles to see my brot'er," He'd see. He'd see just how cute and plush she was once she got a proper blow-out. Then, he might regret thinking that being fat was something worthy of insult.