Shawn ran off towards Raksha, but a new smell captured his attention. It was a strange smell, almost "alien". He runs up to Ax and starts smelling him.
<Um, Shawn?>
<Wha-what? Huh? Smell, gotta smell. New smell. What's that smell? That's a weird smell. What's that smell? I gotta mark this. This is mine now.> Shawn lifts his leg.
<Whoa! Shawn! Stop! Get a hold of yourself! Get off of my leg!> Ax begins dancing around trying to not get hit by Shawn's stream.
Shawn shakes his head and looks up at Ax. <Huh? What? Ax? What the-? Oh, sorry. I-I lost control. Did I get you?>
Ax looks his legs over and spots a few matted down sections of his fur. <Unfortunately, you did.>
Shawn attempts to smile, but only forms a snarl, <Oh, well. They have streams. You could wash it off.>
Ax paws at the ground, <Yes, well. I'll be back.> Ax runs off to wash off in the streams.
Shawn comes over with an overwhelming amount of grief, <I messed up. I'm bad now.> He sulks off depressed.