If wolves had liquor, Finn would be intoxicated half of the time. Turning a year older had hit him harder than he ever thought it would. What would've seemed like just a reference number had wrapped itself around his neck, suffocating him like a wave. A wave that brought along a small piece of maturity that had escaped him during his puberty. It had arrived late, but it had arrived.

And this new, 'maturity' the male possesed had not arrived fashionably late, but impromptu in the worst of times. It had not only brought new feelings into his heart but it had also turned on the little engine in his brain, called self-counciousness, which had been gathering dust for a good portion of his young life.

He was beginning to think twice before jumping into the unknown, he was not enjoying the adrenaline rush as before. Instead the electricity in his soul had been replaced by softness and butterflies in his stomach. It was gross.

So again, without a motive or a reason the young male wandered around the mountains, cars crashing in his brain and flames licking at his chest.

God it was hard being sober.

Each breath was longer that the previous one, not because he was physically tired but because the small wheels in his cranium required to be fueled and ventilated like a high mantainance machine. One that in his case, was brand new.

The thoughts produced by this little engine were incredibly painful for the young man, and though it was not common for him to openly show his inner emotions there he was, walking aimlessly around the mountains with a face similar to one of a scolded puppy. The thing was, he had not realized he was not alone.

If it hadn't been for the girl's approach and her voice, he would've probably walked right passed without ever knowing so. His head turned instantly, suddenly concious of the rancid air of sadness that clung to him; after giving him a sheepish smile the boy walked towards her, his tail waving in an attempt to shake off said stormcloud.

Sorry that's the face I make when I'm hungry, he blurted out. It was a much simpler explanation to give, and though his belly wasn't complaining it was the first thing that occured to him.

But my, who set your voice to be like the birds?, he barked then, noticing the pleasant tone of her voice.

The man's olive eyes traced slowly the outlines of her face, and though they didn't stick there for more than a minute he could've sworn that her facial expression had changed more than a hundred times. She was cute. The type of cute that demanded to be cuddled.

At her offer or food, he couldn't help but smile. Dinner and a show!, he thought waving his tail from one side to another while casting one of those hollywood-boy smiles at the grey canary. Oh well that makes sense, he barked with a chuckle, not sure if that was her given name or it was just a strange coincidence.

Now about those rabbits Vienna, he barked, while tipping his muzzle briefly before continuing, Wanna help me catch one? Though I call dibs on the legs, he joked, lashing his tail to one side while waiting for the girl's response.

My, my! How rude of me, my name's Finn -- but I would like to know what my given name would've been He barked, the little whiskers on the base on his muzzle twicthing with interest as he waited for a response. Mr. Hunky and Mr. Muscles were his past nicknames -- given by Fox and Hawkeye respectively. Though the girl he cared for the most had not bothered to give Finn a nickname of her own, he was still curious of what the other girls could come up with.

Another of his hollywood-boy smiles stretched across his muzzle as he took two small steps towards her, so far she had not exhibited any of the telltale signs of being charmed by him, so he couldn't resist to tease her a bit -- just to hope to get a rection out of her.

As soon as the silly nickname left her mouth, the man chuckled lightly adding the name Fluffbutt to his registry. It wasn't all that bad, it gave away that she had been looking at her butt after all.

Ah, gotcha! So you were looking at my charmingly fluffly buttocks hummp?, he barked while waving his tail in the air in an exaggerate manner. Then he turned again to her, a playful smirk hanging from his lips.

So Smokybuns, he quipped with a silly grin --if she could assign names so could he! What do ya say we get those rabbits now, and continue talking about my butt over dinner? he added quickly, now beginning to feel real hunger broiling in his belly.

Touche. He answered with a small shrug of his shoulder, never wiping the smug smile off his muzzle as he did so. He had been looking, even before she launched her first attack. By nature, and habit, Finn was always looking. Maybe because of the intoxicating hormone coctail in his system or because he found a strange adrenaline rush pumping through him every time he made a girl swoon off her feet.

It was an addicting and destructive hobby, which had grown part of the never-sober Plateu wolf. Alright-y we'll save the buns for another occassion. he snorted with an amused look in his eyes, she was by far the most interesting wolf outside the Plateu he'd ever met.

where to? he asked then, lifting his eyes to meet her face for a second. She was the host, who also happened to know the location of the rabbits so it was only natural to let her take the lead.

The girl took off inmidiately waving her tail to signal he should follow, which obviously he did without hesitating. Despite not being sure where the yellow brick road she laid in front of him would lead him, he was willing to take a chance and follow her. Getting lost wouldn't be a inconvenient for the troubled male.

He'd be happy to make her his little get-away from reality -- plus with a mea included in the package he just couldn't say no. After catching up with the female, Finn lowered his neck in order to take a good whiff of the bushes nearby. Suddenly as he was approaching one, a brown pelted ball of fluff jumped out, completely startled by the male's presence.

The innate predator instinct in his veins pushed him forth, lunging for the critter and engaging in a high speed chase. The rabbit was fast, but Finn was born to run; after nipping the air behind the animal's heels a couple of times, his fangs met the rabbit's flesh.

Then, without really looking if Vienna had even been behind him all along he ended the critter's life, putting a swift end to its squirming and exasperated kicking.
Dinner's ready he called out, while swiping his tongue over the base of his muzzle. She'd better make an appereance quickly if she wanted to take a bite.