Your Mother Smells of Dirty Knickers!

A voice called out angrily, echoing off of the various mangroves. All of the yelling had followed a very audible splash and, Siduri being the quick witted thing that she was, put it all together. Rude to stare? The girl's muzzle wrinkled in a scowl and her rainbow and snow pelt bristled. "I don't even know where you are, you lagoon buffoon!" Then she laughed at her own words, tail lashing back and forth behind her. "I do know that yer wet and you smell like bogwater."

On quiet little paws, Siduri began to creep around the mangroves, searching for the other wolf in a kind of stalking game. Ears shifted this way and that, seeking out her prey. No doubt she would find her quarry soon. There wasn't a tracker as skilled in all the world as Siduri of the Silent Steps.

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