a hatred that spans generations

He hadn't been feeling his best, but at least he wasn't worse off. No, some of the other creatures had gotten much, much worse than him. He'd been attacked on several occasions, and the small wounds he had oozed glowing stuff and mushrooms were growing from them as well, though at least they were small. Perhaps his attackers had infected him, it was the only logical thing he could think. He trekked through the trees, wheezing from the spores he'd been breathing in from the mushrooms sprouting from him. When he paused to take a breather, he heard growling nearby and his curiosity was piqued.

Snorting to expel some of the ooze from his nostrils, he weaved his way through the trees until he spotted a small purple wolf squaring off with an ugly, crystallized coyote. His ears laid back and he pawed the ground with a hoof, a snort of agitation escaping him. He was sure that had been one of the creatures that had attacked him a few days ago, and now here it was. "Seems we keep running into each other, you mangy mutt!" He kept an eye on the purple wolf, but he wasn't too worried about her since he recognized Fireside's scent.

"Speech"