Larksong Grotto and walkin's what they'll do

His ears tilted sideways in a thinking manner. 'The worse surname, huh?' He thought. "Great question." He nodded. "Worst I’ve ever heard, huh? Well I once met a wolf with the last name Snottmouth." A snort followed.
"Believe it or not." He leaned over, grinning slyly. It was true. Even if he hadn’t put much thought into the wolf’s name until now. Who knew it’d be relevant later on.

"I’d say that’s pretty bad." Oren spoke, silently thanking his ancestors for the surname they’d chosen.

so sorry for the late reply, got so busy! :(