Tiberius
"Hey yo, wolf, ya going to sleep all day? Lets go find some food!" Tiberius spoke with a gentle tap to Blossom's shoulder. The young Arlyne was covered from belly to paws in a grey brown mud. Tiberius had discovered that they had wandered to the edge of a small marshy wetland the previous night, and having decided to look around after waking up, sunk in a little deeper than he imagined. No swimming in there, there was more filth than water.
Still trying to shake her from sleep, he watched absently as his muddy paws stained her light fur. "We lived near the creek, maybe this swamp is where it all flows into? But I don't remember my parents tellin' me 'bout this place" Tiberius remembered, standing on his tippipaws to look over the roots they had been sleeping under.