Broken Antler Fen got a bottle of whatever.

Finley grinned as Luke slid to the ground beside her.  She turned to aim herself more directly towards him by hopping with her back legs and sliding her upper half across the grass until she was looking right at his face.  She likely looked like a total moron, but she could not have cared less.  Being Finley it wouldn't have mattered to her in the first place, but also since Luke was looking just as silly, it made it even less of a concern how she looked herself.


"HA!" she replied with a laugh and an awkward shake of her head (which was really just a couple of lifts of her muzzle away from the ground it was lying parallel to), "That sounds like Peregrine.  He does have quite the fascination with testicles.  I hope he didn't like.. hit on you or anything.  He has a tendency of........ gayness."  Which Fin didn't necessarily disapprove of, but she would definitely have judged him for going all gay balls at straight men.