Wapun Meadow it isn't about the stuff

Dang but his shriek was puppyishly girly. Brou had never been all that feminine herself, but nonetheless could vividly imagine what her brothers might've said if they heard it. Thwomp, straight into the rock too as the boy inevitably teetered over. Ouch, that might leave a bruise.

Though she winced slightly in sympathy, irrepressibly Brou started to giggle, and then to more loudly guffaw as she watched the increasingly inept antics of the other. Still, her wide smile was good-natured as she moved to stand boldly over the other with her tail held high at a cheerily impish angle. Hey, I warned you! she teased. Gosh, I don't think you should go looking for any more rocks, though. Time for a different element, yo. Let's find you some water and get you a solid bath. Brou scootched back a little so the kid could more easily right himself (plus, you know, she didn't really want to get any of his mess on her, thank you very much). C'mon now, hurry up!

She cocked her head the other direction and looked him up and down again. Don't think I've ever seen you around. One corner of her mouth twitched even further involuntarily upward just before she added: And I certainly think I'd remember having smelled you. Eyes twinkling, she danced happily from one forepaw to the other in place. Might not be the most aromatically pleasing wolf she'd ever encountered, here, but really she was just glad to be out and about and seeing some new faces again for a change. (Besides which given some of her own not-too-far-distant history, she really was the last one to harp too much on someone else's smell... not, of course, that this boy ever needed to know that, sheesh!) She paused again a moment to ogle his hugemongous ears in admiration. She didn't think she'd ever seen such disproportionately huge saucers on anyone before. Prodigious! she muttered to herself, mostly under her breath.