Blacktail Deer Plateau yellow cake

*is incapable of just having a character walk into a thread and say hi* Sorry for the length. I don't.. um.... I don't know >______>;;;;;

How long had she been chasing this thing? It certainly seemed like it had been all morning. For as many wily tricks the sterling-pelted Blackthorn tried, the little red fox seemed to constantly be five steps ahead of her. For a while, that had been part of the fun. But now that the morning was waning into afternoon and Finley's belly was uncomfortably empty, the game was getting extremely old.

Fin suppressed a snarl as she crouched down amongst the roots of a gnarled old tree, her eyes narrowed in frustration as she watched the fox. It was sitting upon a fallen log near the edge of the woods, licking a paw and flicking the tip of its tail like it didn't have a care in the world. It knew she was there... The god damn critter knew it, but still it flaunted the fact that it hadn't been caught yet, sitting there like it had nothing else to do in the world besides just keep on living and not being dead in Finley's stomach. Good god, she hated that thing so. much.

Even though Fin knew that it knew she was there, she bided her time before striking nevertheless. A sound outside in the clearing startled it and drew its attention for a second. Wordlessly praising god for the rabbit that broke cover, Fin took off in a flash of silver. The fox didn't even turn to look at her, simply leaped off of its perch and darted out of the woods into the clearing beyond with the epsilon in fast pursuit. In only a moment, she was on its heels with a red and white tail flashing so deliciously close. A few more feet, another burst of speed, she had it, she had it now..!"

Without warning, the fox disappeared before her very eyes. Fin hardly had time to yelp in surprise before she felt the ground beneath her feet disappear and suddenly she was flying over the tiny creek she had been too close to victory to notice they were approaching. Fin made a crash landing on the other side of the stream in a tangle of limbs and grass and dirt and most of all, no fox. Fin groaned as she clambered back to her feet, grimacing from different places on her body where she knew she'd find bruises later. She turned then to see what she had tripped on and saw the two foot drop off that led down to the creek. There it sat, on the opposite side of the creek from her, licking its paw and flicking its tail, eyes dancing with amusement as it watched her casually.

"You fucking piece of.. FUCK!" Fin spat at the little bastard as it giggled and pranced away. She stared angrily after it for a moment, contemplating pursuit when suddenly her senses caught onto the presence of another wolf. Surprised, the Blackthorn twisted her head until she spotted Peregrine's recently revealed lover standing not too far from where she had burst from the forest. In a second, all irritation and rage was gone and a happy smile took the place of the I-want-you-dead-and-bloody glare that had been there moments before.

"Hey! Fox!" Finley called out, pausing for a moment to ponder before adding, "These things I assume you're named after suck!"

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