Hideaway Strath On a couch of dogs

IDK how I missed this lel.

Dingo arrived late to the party, oops. He heard chatter and ducked through the trees, following a winding trail that gradually grew with the intense mixture of scents until he came upon the gathering. Had they called for him? Probably. Maybe. He hadn't been paying attention for some reason (probably because he'd had an upset stomach after chowing down on some of the older squirrels in the caches - he trailed a pretty nasty fart-like scent at the moment which he was nose-blind to). He flashed a winning smile to each of the wolves present even though he wasn't feeling super great, and noticed that the talk had ceased. Everyone was participating in some weird dance or something, and Dingo recalled that it was some kind of language that Towhee often employed. Shit - did he need a decoder ring for this? 

Hey fam, he called out with a soft chuff, and looked from person to person to kid, completely lost in regards to the discussion taking place.