Seaside Moors it will come back

CAMEO >:D

Amongst the furs and bedding in the den was Chacal, who'd been napping and had been completely oblivious to the drama about to unfold. With Regin posted outside, almost as a quiet guardian, Chacal slumbered peacefully, her little toes and whiskers twitching in the sweet reverie of her dreams. 

It would be hard for her to say what hit her first- the putrid smell of skunk-stink, or her brother's muzzle as he barreled into the den and tried to rub some of the eye-watering stench from his face into the furs she was sleeping on- and also into the soft spot just behind her ribs. She inhaled- and her breath hitched. Lips trembling, she watched as her brother bolted from the den, but the scent he bore lingered. She gasped, and her stomach churned. 

She stumbled from the den's entrance, and as soon as she was clear to go, she took off like a rocket, tail between her legs- to find a place to vomit, and a quiet place to try and rid herself of the clingy stench of skunk spray.