Sheepeater Cliff Times change, that doesn't mean I have to

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Finley strode up to the woman with a smile on her muzzle. Her obvious discontentment was lost on the silver fox as she wasn't much in the mood where she noticed those types of things about others. As Fin approached, she admired the sleekness of her flawlessly obsidian coat and brilliantly emerald eyes. It wasn't the first time she had been jealous over the beauty of a solid colored wolf, though usually she was longing for a silvery white pelt over black. Still, her packmate carried it so well, she couldn't help herself.

To the woman's question, she responded with an easy, "I dunno!" Finley stopped once she had gotten a respectful distance away. "What about you? You're a little far from home yourself, aren't you?"

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