Sheepeater Cliff baa, baa, black sheep

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Finley kept her gaze on the sheep as she slipped down onto her belly. She assumed they would probably be there for a little while, so she may as well get comfortable. She wrapped her tail up alongside of her body, silently wondering at how she was going to get herself out of this little mess. She supposed she could go all out rage-hunter fest on the cute little guys, but she really didn't want to do that. They were just so sweet and adorable. Well. Sweet-ish.

"Wonderful," she said quickly, "I live on Black Deer Plateau. It has the most amazing view of the flatlands, and the territory is so lush and rich and so full of deer and they're so fun to chase, all they do is run and not try to attack back. They should come teach these sheeps a thing or two." Fin frowned at the still angry-looking critters outside, but it quickly turned into a smile as one stamped its hooves so adorably at them. "What about you? Where are you from?"

Fin enjoyed her time spent with the little red wolf. She was an impish creature, but well-humored and friendly enough. In the end, the sheep had gone long before the pair even realized it and parted ways laughing at themselves for their lack of attention.

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