A fit of sniffles threatened to overcome him for each piece he removed, "It okay. N...nuh...no pwoblem." By the time he was finished, his ears were noticably less saggy but quite red. Fontaine hopped back and forth, trying to stalk one of the wooden trinkets that didn't quite fit in the cup.

Slowly...Slowly...there! The wolf pounced on the object, over shooting and knocking over the cup in the process. As soon as he was on his feet he dashed off, scared, some of the jewelry caught in his fur and jingling loudly as he attempted to out-run it.

The wolf was too far away for him to see, but he could still hear the faint chiming and that brought on another fit of giggles. Really, though, as amusing as this all was, they really needed to find a solution- and probably some clothes.