Sheepeater Cliff peach & lime daquiri

Despite being considered one of the cool kids, Finn actually enjoyed the few moments of solitude that squeezed their way into his hectic life style. The silence wasn't as rewarding as the sound of laughter and admiration he often recieved from others but it was vital to balance the unsteady ways of his every day life. It was almost something therapeutic for the young man.

At that moment only the sound of the grazing sheep disturbed his therapy session, though the baahs and beehs quickly merged with the soothing melody from the enviroment --that until a soft voice tainted the impeccable tranquility that had settled over Finn. He was slow to react, maybe because he didn't even want to.

When he did turn to face the redhead, nothing but a feeble smile shined in his face.
Follwed me here? Flirty Fox? he barked with an equally low tone. He had not expected the fiery girl to be the one to interrpt his quiet time. After the scandalous announcement that one of her new mates had given, he had not encountered the flaming woman.

At her offer he couldn't resist shrugging his shoulders in a careless manner, Is hunting sheep also one of your specialties, or is it only men? , he teased. While he had felt a bit hurt when she had revealed that she not only had a man --but two. Yet his words were not meant as an offense or as a complain. It was merely a joke --like he had been to her.