Dege was NOT a happy cub. He'd had a VERY nice coating of mud earlier. And then his mother had decided it was bathtime. He HATED bathtime. So the now-clean cub was huddled in the crook of a few branches from a fallen tree, trying to hide from his mother and his best friend. Coatl did NOT need to see him all...CLEAN. And girly! Clean equaled girly in his mind, and it was his least favorite state. He wanted to go roll in the mud again!
But first, he had to KNOW his mother wasn't going to scoop him out and give him a bath again. That would be far too degrading.
