Lost Creek Hollow i'm an animal ; you're an animal

He was content to rest for a while, however, there came a voice - no introduction necessary for the stranger was deep within the territory and, at first glance, seemed to know their way - and Mink rose up to his paws as quickly as he could, a smile draping his long snout; they spoke of food, this stranger, and his tail waved.

Yes! Well, sort of. I was hoping to find something to share, he explained as he took a few steps towards the other wolf; they had the most intriguing red tint to their face! But he only managed to put his full weight down on three of the limbs, for the forth instantly could not take it, and buckled. He went side-long in to the dirt as his offended ankle gave way, and with an oof! the man realized his mistake. Ahh, but I seem to have sprained something. So I guess there'll be no hunting.

Still, his smile remained.