Otter Creek And now for the punch-line

CRAP I'm sorry, I thought I was still waiting for you to start ;_; Forgive me and my feeble mind

"And then, I turn to my right and guess who I see!?" Finley exclaimed into the darkness of the wolverine den, "FINN! I mean, come on? First he looks like me, then he had my name, and now he's in my pack?? What kind of crazy-ass stalking is this?" The silver woman huffed in irritation, tilting her head to the side and looking off towards the water trickling by. Ever since coming across her doppelganger at the pack meeting, she couldn't seem to find enough people to listen to her complain about it. So, she resorted to her favorite therapist--Mr. Wolverine, who she was affectionately beginning to refer to as "Cuddles".

A snarl resounded out from the depths of the den, bringing Fin's attention back. "Well, of course he's cute, he looks like me," she replied to what probably hadn't even been a question. "And I guess he has a decent sense of humor... he's funny, I suppose. Charming... And his eyes are........" Finley caught herself beginning to drift and shook her head, "Eyes. His eyes are eyes. Completely unremarkable. He's annoying." The snarls continued to rumble out of the tunnel. The silver fox turned away in exasperation. "I was NOT swooning. You're swooning. You... swooner," she growled back, "I think that's enough for today. Thanks for listening, Cuddles. I need to probably get going, though."

Finley got up to her feet and looked around. She didn't particularly want to go home yet, so she instead began wandering along the creek bed. It wasn't that long before he rounded a bend and spotted a familiar face. A grin slipped across her muzzle as recognition took her. Her trot turned into a prance as up she came to him, stopping a few feet behind him and dropping her haunches with her tail curled around her paws.

"Well don't you look super alive!" Finley commented with a broad grin, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

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