On one hand, he was pink and smelled like candy.
On the other, there were worse things he could smell like. Sighing he wandered down yet another hall of the haunted house. The last room hand dumped him into a vat of something and now pink and smelling or sugar, the ghost grumbled, shifting to his natural wolf form to just try and relax himself.
However, a big pink wolf wasn't exactly easy to miss...for anyone.
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