Spotted Eagle Mountain Sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound.

In an instant, all the joy was gone from him. After a brief coughing fit he she-wolf swung toward him, silver fur bristled, and glowered right at him. Viinturuth hit the breaks and stumbled, alabaster ears smoothing back against his crown as he ducked submissively to the side. Keen to remain outwith of the sour female's wrath, he rumbled a soft apology - though he wasn't sure what the fuck her problem was.

"Hey, uh..." uncomfortable now, the pallid wanderer lifted his burgundy gaze to dare a glance at his newest acquaintance. Immediately his stare was drawn to her muzzle, where a visible piece of chewed-up plant matter remained stuck to her chin. "You've... got something, uh... right there." Viinturuth flicked his tongue across his lower lip to indicate the location, then smiled sheepishly.