Saying Fubar was in a bad mood suggested that he was ever in any other sort of mood at all. Besides, he didn't particularly mind his gloomy state. In truth, he really kind of enjoyed it. It was a warm day, for early spring -- not hot, and the ground was still partially frozen underpaw, but the sunlight beat warmly upon his back and the light wind smelled like just a hint of growing things. "It's too bright out," he muttered to himself, as he made his way across the territory, ears flattened to his head and eyes narrowed in annoyance with the task. "Stupid birds are too loud."
Also, where in the world was Novacaine?!
Fubar's one and only friend, his cousin Novacaine, had been gone a whole half day now, and Fubar was beginning to think he'd abandoned him completely. The thought rankled him, and he growled under his breath and continued his frenzied search of the pack lands. Oh, he'd find his cousin, and he'd give him a good ear-ful about all this. Leaving him alone and bored without any provocation! What kind of friend did that?
He was so thoroughly distracted in his agitated searching (which, really, was more like pacing) that he was pretty much oblivious to everything around him. In truth, he could've walked right past Novacaine without even noticing.
