Cricket Creek Bog fed me skittles on a burial ground

Peregrine's mind was so preoccupied with thoughts of his mother that when Raven's woof caught his attention, he had to double-take.  There was no mistaking that it wasn't her; even in the darkness her fur had been so brilliant.  The apple tumbled from his mouth and rolled across the ground between them.

Oh, he said before scrunching his nose and and running his tongue across the roof of his mouth to dispel the taste of the fruit, hey.  He swept a step closer, tail wagging gently behind him.  I'm not... getting in the way of anything, am I?