Otter Creek i'd rather you did not turn your skunk bath into a giant cocktail

In no time at all another wolf appeared and Euron felt the fur on his nape prick the tiniest bit. Though not a fearful pup by any means, he was possessed of an innate sense of self-preservation, and that instinct was chiming in his ears and letting him know that he was at risk. It was further agitated by the fact that the first wolf looked directly at him and then attempted to hide while the second wolf boldy moved in on his position.

"She is sneaking!" He blurted out, thrusting his muzzle forward to indicate the position of the dark female the same way a setter might alert a hunter to a bird. "She is wanting to take this! I cans share with you if you makes her stop!" He moved his feet from the skull and stood a pace away, eyes darting between the two wolves and muscles coiled for flight.