Sun Mote Copse You hit me once, I hit you back

Alyx was incredibly slow to arrive, all owing to her very precious tiptoe tactic of getting as little mud and water on herself as possible. The effort was futile, but there was no telling her that. She felt better when she thought she was a little less filthy and sodden as everyone else, even if it wasn't true at all.

She picked her way tediously across the copse and found the driest spot possible, which happened to be a precarious perch atop some nearby surface roots just behind Phox. She watched her sister sliding around in the mud and snatched her ears back, scowling with disdain at this undignified behaviour

Honestly. Quetzal ought to have been born a fat, slovenly boar, the way she boorishly carried on. Shut up! Alyx snapped at her twin when she screeched her own name, the uncharacteristic outburst betraying just how high Alyx's temper was running thanks to all the rain and muck. How could she show the pack how civilized, mature, and ladylike she was when she was covered head to toe in it? Her temper with Quetzal, and even Primrose lately, was misguided, if only because Miss Priss wanted to be seen as grown up and cool, and they were just always so childish!