Wapun Meadow Methodology

Aside from having learned what a wolverine was- and deciding that if she could have any superhero powers, she'd want whatever crazy powers made wolverines so awesome- Finch hadn't learned a great deal about pack life.Not that learning what a wolverine was had anything to do with learning about pack life- but she wanted to at least say that she'd learned something. Something was better than nothing, after all, and she wasn't willing to believe that she'd actually just learned that there really wasn't all that much to being a pack wolf. There had to be something more to it.

So she decided her next target definitely had to be a wolf. No excuses. So she picked up the first set of fresh tracks that she could and began to follow the scent until she saw him- a young wolf, less than a year old but not much different from Finch in size, though she was a good bit thinner in her legs and ribcage. (And face and hips and...Well, everything.) He was definitely a wolf- likely all wolf, unlike Finch, but he was young and therefore a good target, no? He'd been born into this life- and if he was young, he wouldn't have been born that long ago, and was therefore even closer to the whole 'what it's like to be a wolf from birth' thing.

Finch had never been good at reasoning.

"Heya kid," She called, bounding toward him at a springy trot. "Whatcha doin'?"