Blacktail Deer Plateau Husks and shells

That day like so many others before it found Finley wandering aimlessly about the Plateau that was her home. She was toying with the thought of stopping by to see how Blue was holding up, what with the traumatic reappearance of her mate. Or wait, no. Her... almost mate. Or was he Peregrine's mate? But wait, no, that was Lasher. Unless Lasher was only mated to.. whoever.. because Atticus had been missing? So. That would mean. Blue and Peregrine were.... gang banging.... Oh screw it, Fin settled with just going ahead and assuming all of the wolves in the pack ranked above her were one big happy orgy-ing family. That made things easier to follow.

But anyway. I digress. Fin played with the idea of visiting Blue that day, but in the end she felt it better to just keep her distance for the time being. Plus, something about going up to her alpha right now and saying "Hey I'm bored, tell me some stories" seemed... what's the word...... inappropriate! Yes, inappropriate.

So, Fin wandered. Usually when she did so, she ended up finding something to entertain herself. Sometimes it was a packmate. Sometimes it was a squirrel. Other times it was a bee hive. One day it was a stick. In truth, it was a super cool stick. SO much bark to tear off of it.

Today, it apparently was going to be her alpha. Fin peered at him through the trees at him as he relaxed in the little creek, whispered something about bitches, and shut his eyes. She pondered this for a moment, but then shrugged it off. She imagined if she were sexing half the pack (yes, it had escalated to half, in her mind), she'd need a nice bath to wash away the bitches too. After a moment of watching him, she decided to step into view and reveal herself.

"Finally," Fin said to him with a wicked grin and narrowed eyes, "I've got you just where I want you..." She never could just say hi. Someone really needed to teach her that trick.

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