Spinning out of control

She squinted at the man, who seemed to be going out of his way to be controversial. Did he always look down his nose at healer remedies? He must be an absolute ass to deal with if he ever broke a leg. “Cuddling is fine and dandy, but even cuddling it’s going to take us a while to dry out without a fire” she pointed out to him. She squinted at him for a moment longer, wondering what he would do if she…

She flicked the stick forward, smearing the job all across his muzzle, and losing the stick in the earth with the same motion. Oh well, it was dirty anyway. She would have to reclaim it and clean it as soon as the weather died down and they could escape.

For the meanwhile, she ducked her head under his armpit, as through hiding from any retaliation he might give with his now-smeared face.