Sawtooth Spire just what i had in mind

She bit her lip when the stranger knocked her noggin as a direct result of Q's windiness. "Ah, shit—shoot," the youngster said, taking a few steps forward as the other wolf turned in her direction, exposing a bleeding nose which she promptly buried in the snow. "Oh Vellamo, is it that bad?" she joked without thinking, wrinkling her nose at the vague stench indeed wafting in the chill February air.

"Sorry about that," she apologized in the next breath, genuinely sorry for both the injury and the odor. Hopefully the snow would help the pain as well as any bleeding or swelling. There wasn't much to be done about the stink other than waiting for it to clear. "Do you need a medic? Do we have a medic? I'm new. I'm Q," the youth said all in one breath, swallowing another giggle that wanted to burst out of her mouth at the spontaneous poetry.