Blacktail Deer Plateau we are the crazy people.

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Finley smiled as her packmate responded. Of course he had played this game before, everyone had. It was one of the best games out there! Her tail began to wag swiftly as he asked permission to watch. She couldn't help but wonder at how perfect this new pack was that she had joined. Were all of the wolves here so similar to her in their hobbies? Not a single part of Fin doubted that it was so.

"Sure!" the Blackthorn responded happily, "Maybe once I'm done, you can take a turn too! Well, unless I succeed too well." She gave her companion a wink and turned to scamper off towards the herd without waiting for a reply.

In Fin's world, to succeed too well would be to piss the stag off so badly that it refused to stop chasing her even after she had escaped the herd. It wasn't all that typical--usually it chased her only till it was satisfied that she wouldn't be coming back. Then it would return to its herd and follow them as they thundered away to safety.

Sometimes though, she got lucky and the chase lasted rather a while. Hopefully today was one of those days. She didn't want to fail to impress her new packmate by not at the very least getting herself nearly impaled on an antler tine after all.

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