Living Under A Loaded Gun

Jupiter was picking his way through patches of luminescent fungi when the sound of claws on stone brought his head up. He was down here dicking around, doing nothing in particular except wondering if these were the fun kind of mushroom or if they were like the kind that had burned him as a youngster - and wondering if he could make a profit off of them in either case. Though he wasn't alarmed by the approach of another creature he was surprised by it. To get here one had to carefully feel their way through a lot of darkness and he didn't think there were many out there who shared his lack of regard for personal safety.

The shape that slowly took form in the muted glow of the mushrooms was vaguely familiar; he hit on that fact immediately. Why the face was familiar was lost on him for several seconds. As he considered her features he slowly straightened to his full height - he'd been crouched over the mushrooms before realizing he wasn't alone - and scowled thoughtfully as he tried to figure that face out. He knew he knew her, but he'd met a lot of wolves over the years. It didn't help that he chose to spend a great deal of his time inebriated in some way.

Finally it clicked. He knew her from puppyhood. His scowl shifted into a grin and he boomed, "Aw shit, I know you!"