Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Holly rolled her eyes at him. "Don't go stroking your ego there tough guy!"

Oliver laughed. "You just know I'm right," he retorted. It was odd. Oliver was usually very self-conscious about his appearance, especially around the opposite sex. Throughout his life, wolves of both sexes had constantly reminded him of his inadequacies; males taunted him for being skinny and weak and females judged him for his messy fur and general awkwardness. Holly hadn't made any remarks about his skinny body or his fur at all, so he felt he could be himself around her.

Holly walked up to him and swiped the snow off his head. "Hey!" he exclaimed as the snow ball hit the ground and disintegrated. He growled playfully at the she-wolf. "You'll pay for that!" he declared, attempting to pounce on her and push her into the snow.