"[color=7bcdc8]Well uh.... Uhm.. Mebbe not come in. I's radder durty.  Bit o' a mishap wit da weader 'n all....[/color]" stammered the bear, motioning at the dirt literally clinging to him in angry pointed spikes where it had dried.

"[color=7bcdc8]Ain't got time fer a bath firs... so, dis'll have ta do.[/color]" He made a plaintive gesture at his appearance. "[color=7bcdc8]Dun wanna track all 'at in.[/color]"

He flicked his ears, huffed a sigh, then continued.

"[color=7bcdc8]Well, I dun think dey gunna be askin' fer rooms tunight. Jus' stoppin ta rest da horses, git a drink, and such. Me? I's hopin' fer kitch'n & tab'l scraps. Anuthin' ya was gonna jus' toss out--s'long as i' aint moldy er gone rancid. 'work' tuhday really took it outta me.[/color]"