”Are you laughing at me?”

Coriander attempts a serious face, he tries to look hurt and offended, but he lasts all of a moment before bursting into laughter. It was funny, he couldn’t deny, and if he had just watched another wolf have the same accident he would be rolling around on his back laughing his ass off as well. At least the young pup wasn’t doing that, but he was shaking with amusement. It makes cori laugh too, and he finds himself again off balance, struggling to keep himself upright as he watches the pup wiggle. ”Dangit, quit making me laugh, wiggles.”

He regains his balance this time, thankfully not tumbling back into the muck. Yet he now feels the need to get somewhere with solid ground, and with a few careful leaps he makes his way towards the other wolf. In a cruel twist of fate, and a margin of revenge, when he’s within spitting distance he plants his feet on the ground and shakes. Swamp muck flies and he is so thoroughly pleased with himself. "Who's laughing now?" He asks rhetorically, because it's him, it's him tossing his head back and howling with laughter, despite being covered in it himself.

Cori wasn't a big fanatic about staying clean, he didn't like to be covered in anything but he didn't mind getting dirty every once in awhile. It came with the territory, he slept under trees and ran in the rain, there was inevitably going to be mud on his paws and sticky sap in his fur. There was nothing he could do about it and frantically seeking a source of water to clean himself off wasn't his thing. "I'm Cori, by the way. But I guess you can call me clumsy." He rolls his eyes and sits back onto his haunches, canines flashing as he shoots the other wolf a grin.