The trio stayed in their embrace, the two freckled foxes, and the raven-haired she-wolf. It wasn't until a cheerful family entered the grotto for their own cleasing dip that they stepped away from each other.
"Hey! I'm glad to see that the wolf girl is on her feet." A woman stripped down and waded out to them. "I barely recognised you without the crust of swamp mud!"
"Greta and I were the ones who found you half-dead in the bog." Dag said proudly. "She thought you were here to invade Firefox territory."
"Dag. that's not fair!" Greta pouted and crossed her arms. "We were on patrol, so anything out of the ordinary was a possible threat."
"Only to you, Greta Grumpy-face."
The epithet never failed to turn Greta's pout into a unwilling smile. "You know, you're the only one who calls me
