Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

Phox, in the zone, hardly heard the black wolf's question. He flicked an ear back, and it took a moment for him to register the question and connect it to the creature up ahead. With his right eye, he could see that the colors were similar, but... something was off about it. The shape wasn't quite right, and the tail was bigger than he remembered. It did smell like something buried deep in his memory banks that made him wary of it, but he couldn't quite recall why that was. Phox slowed as they neared it, taking a tentative sniff of the air.

Suddenly, the creature spotted them, turning its behind toward them in the blink of an eye and spitting out the most foul odor toward Phox and his hunting companion. It stung his eyes, and he began to cough violently at the smell. Fu—cough—cking—cough—skunk! Phox fell to the ground, his paws scraping at his face, frantically trying to remove the smell. Any thoughts of the badger were long forgotten with this new stinky scenario. He wasn't sure how much of the blast his acquaintance had gotten, but he now felt bad that he hadn't realized what it was sooner.