Otter Creek dancing with demons.

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A sound nearby and the sudden scent of another wolf gave Finley cause to pause her escapades and turn with curiosity. She tilted her head slightly, wondering who it might be and what they were up to. Fin was not the type of wolf to prefer being alone to being with others, regardless of how the others felt about her company.

"Stay right there, buddy," she said after poking her head again into the hole, "I'll be right back." Fin turned on her heels and trotted out towards the river to greet the whoever it was she had scented, confident that the badger/wolverine wouldn't be going anywhere.

It didn't take Fin long to come upon the other female. For a moment, she thought she was looking upon a coyote. It didn't smell right though. It smelled wolfish.. and looked wolfish. But also coyoteish. Another perhaps would have been more confused, but Fin had been around enough to know a coywolf when she saw one. In the year she had spent on her own, she had stayed with so many different packs across the country. There didn't seem to be a whole lot that she hadn't seen, done or met. So, after only a moment's hesitation, Fin boldly stepped into view and flashed the stranger a grin.

"Pesky little buggers, eh?" Fin remarked with a slight nod towards the otters.