Lake Rodney the story of small pox and barf face

Ah fuck. Fin nearly cringed upon hearing his greeting, which signified that he did indeed spot her and it would indeed be socially awkward of her to ignore him and continue jaunting along past him. She groaned at a hopefully inaudible volume and turned her paws to face him, padding a bit closer before calling back, "Sup."

It was then that Finley finally took a moment to study him through her sideways gaze. He was tall, broad, pale, and freckly. Kinda handsome, if you were into that sort of thing. He didn't have the sweetness, patience or calm strength that her mate exuded, but he was nice to look at on a purely superficial basis. Not that Fin was like that.

Wait a sec.

"What's a guy like you doing out here?" she asked, tilting her head with a bit of a smile, her prior reluctance melting just a bit. I wasn't like she was doing him. she was allowed to be nice to another man. Elwood was welcome to be nice to other women after all. ......if he wanted them to die. But anyway.