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Fin barely even noticed the mud as Wildfire sloshed about between her arms, babbling happily.  She leaned back after the barrage of I'm-so-glad-I-didn't-kill-you kisses to smile at the girl.  "Oh yeah, totally," Fin responded, shifting her facial expressions to match her tone of voice as though they were actually carrying on a conversation, "I'm so glad you brought that up first, I was like.. awkward!"  In truth, Fin had no idea what imaginary topic she was referencing, but it amused her nonetheless.


Wildfire's sudden attack didn't phase her in the slightest, up until the part where she felt suddenly as though she was being stabbed in the arm with a thousand tiny needles.  Fin's entire body tensed against the pain, which wasn't all too terrible, but the surprise of it seemed to make it worse.  She growled instinctively to express her dislike of the feeling and pulled her paw away, furrowing her brows at the little wolf.  "What the fuck you have in your mouth, child?" she asked, quirking a brow, "You chew on your mama's tits with those teeth?  Jesus."  The thought was too horrible for her to handle.