Hushed Willows little fish, little fish

The windhound sneezed, a short, odd sound, before smacking their jaws together to try and rid themself of the feeling.

A new smell made them whip their neck around to face it, before they grinned like an entire maniac. The sprite bounced forward, hopping oddly from foot to foot as they danced towards the stranger.

Hello! Hello! Hello! Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have weird snoot in face? Now you will know!

They were getting closer. Way too close, by most social standards.