Seaside Moors it will come back

Water, it seemed, would not rid her of the stench- not immediately, anyway. But she'd run to the nearest stream and had rolled in it, before she emerged from the waters and then rolled in the nearest patch of fresh, green grass to try and feather the last bits of skunk odour from her pelt. As she meandered back toward the den, she would sniff at herself occasionally, wishing the smell to go away only to realize just how doggedly it could cling to wolf fur. 

The scene that greeted her, though, was almost as unexpected as the way she'd been awakened by her brother- and she watched with watery eyes as the two siblings struggled in the mud, snapping and biting at one another until Regin toppled her brother back and into the mud, pinning him down and pushing him further into the rain-softened earth. With a gasp of horror, Chacal first began to trot toward them, and then hurried into a skittering run, slipping and losing her footing not long before she reached them. As quickly as she could, though she'd lost the majority of her speed with her fall, she heaved herself toward Regin aiming with the wet, mud-slicked top of her head and wriggling, thrashing forelimbs to come to her brother's defense, and tried to wrestle her sister off the lad.