Otter Creek And now for the punch-line

She probably should have felt guilty for what she was doing to him. Playing on his desire to not die was one thing, but manipulating his empathy? That was a new level of not-so-great-of-a-person. But then again... she was a wolf! So there, societal expectations!

"I know, but I don't mean to," Fin turned to him, her sweet brown eyes round as little moons, "I just. I don't know, I feel like if I just go up and say 'hi, how are you', people are going to be like... whatever. It'll be so cliche and... forgettable. So I do extravagant things like... pushing them into puddles, or grabbing their tails, or... tricking them into thinking they're dying..."

Finley bowed her head sadly, keeping her eyes on his face so that she could look as pathetic as wolfishly possible, "It doesn't get me friends, but... at least they don't forget me.... which is what happens with most of those I meet who.. I think are my friends...."

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