a very merry twisted Valentine!

Well, it looked like they had a complete nutter within their ranks. Atreyu took a step back as the girl turned, confessing to the stench before grinning widely at him. Something seemed off about her. Though, he couldn't quite put a paw on what exactly. Her eyes had a strange look to them. The stranger's expression changed suddenly and narrowed his own gaze back at her, ears flicking back in confusion. "I'm not orange," he retorted, frowning. Well, okay, he might be a slight burnt cream colour but definitely not orange. She needed to get her eyes checked.

Moving past the strange girl, Atreyu — perhaps stupidly — began to closely inspect the plant she had been digging at. The smell was even worse up close, and he pulled back his lips in disgust. It invaded his nostrils and eyes, causing him to cough again and shake his head. Though, the boy still pawed at it, also curious as to what it was. Maybe some medicinal plant? Had they stumbled upon Thistle's cache? Looking up again, Atreyu turned to the girl to ask if she knew anything about it, before suddenly the world seemed to shift. With a startled yelp, he fell onto his side, his eyes rolling dizzily as he tried to focus on his pack mate's dark form.