Sheepeater Cliff baa, baa, black sheep

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Hiding was not really Fin's thing, so she hesitated at the request. The moment was brief, though, as a pair of hooves came flying towards her head out of nowhere. The silver woman ducked quickly to avoid the blow and trotted swiftly to the other female's side where she settled down onto her haunches.

"Yeah, I do think I will," Fin replied. She peered out warily as the goats seemed to go back to their goat-y ways, though many still shot the pair unwelcoming glares (or maybe Fin was just growing paranoid). After a minute of quiet, the Blackthorn turned to her companion, a little concerned.

"What is up with these things? I wasn't even trying to piss them off and they're all... pissed off," Fin said, confusion tickling her speech. It wasn't often that the little devil wasn't trying to taunt and aggravate another species, but when she wasn't and they were mad anyway, it was completely bewildering. Mostly because Fin did not get along with common sense.

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