Blacktail Deer Plateau we are the crazy people.

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She liked him. Fin wasn't sure what it was about him, but something about the strange male made her feel comfortable. It was nice that the first pack mate she came upon made her feel this way, she reflected for a second with a smile. That was about as introspective as she got as his next question stole her intrigue.

"Oh yeah!" She responded in whispered enthusiasm, "I do this all the time, don't you?" It somehow failed to occur to the Blackthorn that he thought she planned on hunting them. In her mind, everyone just knew things. She often took giving the benefit of the doubt to a whole new level. The fact that others probably didn't make a game of chasing deer and trying to get the stag to charge was beyond her comprehension.

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