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Oh dear God. What had he done? Elwood's heart sank as Finley latched onto his idea of the bear-cat, then bounded off with every intention to track it down herself. All he could do was hope that their search would be fruitless, but he knew that Finley would try her damnedest (this word is weird!) to make sure they were successful.

"Woo hoo..." he replied softly, his voice flat as he shuffled after her. He really didn't want to get into any trouble today, but he supposed he should have thought of that sooner. If he wanted a routine and monotonous life, that wouldn't happen as long as Finley was around.

Eventually, he accelerated into a brisk trot in order to keep up with her, following her footprints in the snow (and the trampled underbrush she had left behind in her reckless hurry). He skimmed his nose along the ground, coming across the scent of a hidden rabbit warren. That would have been much more his speed, but he didn't even mention it to Finley; she would have no interest in something so mundane! "Any luck up there?" he called out, resuming his faster pace.