"There are better ways to make something smell like you, nug," Krem huffed, wiping off the last of the moisture then scratching at her ear. "Cats do it just fine by rubbing on things or- ...no, you're not allowed to piss on anything. Blackwall'd throw a fit."

As funny as that might be, he would just as soon wait until they had the new stall ready for her before she did her business anywhere.

"Bull will probably give me shit for smelling like nug later."