Sun Mote Copse First thing we climb the tree

Fin acknowledged Wraen's arrival with a glance and a smile, but nothing more. Niamh clearly had a tale to tell, so she held her tongue in anticipation of what the golden wolf had to say. She wasn't disappointed either as the woman went on to explain about doofuses and landslides. She cringed a bit at the thought of it, knowing quite well how it hurt to do things like fall down mountains or get punched in the face with rocks. But, as Niamh had said, she was alright. At least, she'd pretty much said that.

"Sounds like a good time," Fin said with a small grin. She didn't really know what the point of Niamh's expedition would've been even if she had been successful, so she had little to say on her failure. Even when Fin had been a ranger, it had served no real purpose other than a fancy title for her to wear while she gallivanted around the Wilds, seeking fun and adventure. She'd never seen what good it did for the pack.

"Doesn't look like you got any cool scars, though," Fin quipped with a frown, "That's the real bummer. Did they teach you any cool swear words at least?"