Otter Creek And now for the punch-line

Fin could told by his watchful gaze that he was wary of her still. His words and demeanor tickled her with delight. To say she was proud of herself for the way she had manipulated his view of her into such would have been an understatement. She felt downright cocky, and despite her promise that she wasn't there to screw with him, she couldn't help but keep an eye out for any opportunity to do so to present itself.

"I wouldn't say everyone," she replied. She feigned hurt feelings over his comment as she turned back to him, tilting her head slightly with a fake little frown on her muzzle. "I am a very nice wolf, you know. I even have friends. Well... a couple anyway..." Fin said, turning her gaze sadly down to her reflection in the water. She wasn't actually sad, but the thought of tricking him into feeling sorry for her suddenly presented itself as a fun way to spend the afternoon.

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