Otter Creek dancing with demons.

O___O MY GOD otters are terrifying. Did you know that they rape things to death too??

It seemed she had thought too soon, which was typical. She rarely had met a wolf who didn't speak, but it seemed like she had stumbled across one now. Finley tilted her head to the side as she read the other female's body language. It seemed for a moment, Fin's intrusion on the cinnamon-coated wolf was not welcome. Finley's ears fell back and her head lowered apologetically, a sheepish smile still present on her muzzle. Luckily, it seemed to change the other's mind as she bowed down for an invitation to play, which broadened the smile upon the silver lady's face.

"You want to have some fun, huh?" Fin asked eagerly, "Want to come meet a friend of mine? He's being a little grumpy today, but he'll be lots of fun to play with if we can get him to come outside..."

Unfortunately for Red, Finley was a bit oblivious when it came to judging whether or not certain activities were right for certain personalities. Taunting an angry wolverine might be fun for a bold, adventurous Fin, but maybe not so much for a nervous, young Red. OH WELL!