The young scamp was out again, exploring the far reaches of the Crimson Dreams territory, out for anything and everything that he could learn. Perhaps his good luck had really gotten to his head, or he just had no worry for his safety, but he was out without either of his parents knowing again. Either way he was out in the territory, alone, with no older wolf chaperoning the young pup. Then again, he was getting into his adolescent age, he was a few months old now and his pup fur was finally beginning to shed, but that didn't mean he still wasn't young and inexperinced, but the cockiness of his attitude clearly showed that he was looking for anything that perked his interest.
Unfortunatly, he found that in a certain animal of black and white fur, a bumbling plump little animal that hid a potentially dangerous ability that could ruin a wolf's day in mere seconds. Unfortunatly for Aro, he had no idea what the creature was or what powerful weapon was underneath it's large, bushy tail. So unlike running away or giving the skunk a wide berth as most creatures did, Aro decided to investigate and got much closer to the little mammal, trying to get a better view of it.
The skunk, now fairly tense that the larger creature was getting clow, was already raising it's tail in defense, as well as attempting to turn for a better spraying angle. the naive Aro, who had still not gotten the message that this creature wa going to ruin his day, got ever close, now sniffing at the creature, he hocked his head in curiosity at the skunk's jitteryness. What was it doing? What was it trying to point it's tail end at Aro? It wasn't like the little black and white furball was going to outrun him, so what exactly was it doing? the ever curious Aro got even closer, throwing caution to the wind and simply trying to get as close as he could.
That's when it sprayed him.
In a loud yelp Aro leaped back, but then collapsed to the ground as the gut-wrenchingly grotesque stench of the skunk's spray wafted over him like the fart of the devil. The smell that was launched from the rear of the skunk had hit Aro with such a force it had caused him to even taste it, which tasted like bitter rotten apples if there were dead cockroaches in them with pig feces inside of their carcasses. Aro was dazed and floored by the diabolical smell, it violated three of his senses, sending him into involuntary howling pain. He writhed on the ground in such pain from how terrible the smell was. Of course this allowed the little skunk to get away, allowing Aro to do nothing but howl and yelp in a mix of disgust and pain. His howls now echoed through the woods, sounding as if he had lost an appendage or caught in a bear trap.
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