Morning moon

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Fin's head cocked lightly to the side as the other female spoke. How could that possibly a first? The silver Blackthorn was not a judgemental creature. She saw friendship everywhere she looked, including where she shouldn't. She shook her head lightly with a little laugh, "I don't know how that's possible. I've met wolves who paint themselves in berries and dirt and sand to make themselves stand out. You do it effortlessly, so why would you not be complimented when they are?" Logic: The enemy of prejudice.

"Do you come with a name?" Fin asked after pondering her words for a moment. She assumed the woman did. She certainly came with another wolf pack's scent, afterall. That pack had to call her something.

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