Talk:The Marsh/@comment-8248793-20140419143504/@comment-5342796-20140419145450

Letting out a loud yelp, he scrambled back to his paws. His gray fur was matted with clumps of mud, and a tuft of grass sat on his head. "That's it, you're crow-food!" he yelled, diving at her. Tackling her, he smeared a streak of mud on her fur and styled it into a spike, laughing as he pulled away.