ain't it fun?

As his paws tore through the ground his heart thumped wildly against his chest, he was on a reckless rampage and northing could slow him down. Nothing but the scent of another wolf. The silver boy halted brusquely as he opened his maw to get the fragance into his system.

He gave a quick flick of his tail as he realized it was the sweet perfume of a female. Then without much hesitation he tracked her down, until he came upon the small clearing she sat in. And boy, her looks were even more impressing than her scent.

It was safe to say she was different from any girl Finn had ever seen before. Her pelt was an extraordinary work of art, delicately separated across her face. Half white, half black. "Woah" he mumbled under his breath as he struggled to stop himself from telling her up front how pretty she was.

"Hey there" he barked with a sly smile beginning to form over her face.