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"Where are you, you fuckin' bitch..." Fin muttered darkly to herself as she continued her not-so-eager search.  For someone who was searching for someone, she sure wasn't very observant.  She didn't realize that Jaws was sneaking up on her until he was suddenly stepping up to her and lowering himself in a low bow.  She went rigid for only a brief moment before she realized who it was and what exactly was going on.  When she relaxed, a smile spread across her muzzle.


"Hey!  Sup, minion?" Fin said good-naturedly.  For a second, she thought that it had been Grimm that had sidled up to her.  After all, black wolves tended to look rather similar.  His lanky coywolf body and vicious canines left little dispute.  Though Grimm had been the one she'd been hunting for, she was a billion times happier seeing Jaws than her.