down with the sickness

Crashing was already a familiar concept to the young wolf. His giant paws seemed almost made for tripping over. At least this time he had a soft landing. He shook his head, and sneezed as fur tickled the inner recess of his nostrils. As he took stock of where he had landed, the mountain beneath him began to move. The movements gently nudged him back to his own paws.

He obligingly took his weight of the mountain of fur, and looked up at the stranger's unfamiliar purple gaze. “Oh hi Mister, I’m sorry!” he said, settling back on his hunches. Only then did he take in the shape the other wolf was in. “Oh wow, gee whiz, mister, how did you get those scars?”

"Speech"