Blacktail Deer Plateau so fill up your lungs and just run.

Just as Fin was preparing herself to latch onto his ear and start dragging him to his feet, her counterpart rolled over and stood up all on his own like a big boy. Her reaction was actually reminiscent to how a mother would react to seeing her little boy standing up all on his own--abundantly more excited than probably anyone else would be to see it happen. She took a few steps backwards to give him space and to test to see if he was ready to follow. The sterling-swathed male did just as she wanted, uttering some sleepy words that should have been a clue that he wasn't quite ready to go.

Too bad Fin was not very good at picking up on subtle hints. Great! Come on! she barked at him, soon after twisting on her heels and darting off at a quick run without a single trace of suspicion that he might not have immediately sped right after her.

If I had to guess how long it took them to reach their destination, I'd say like.. fifteen minutes? Assuming that wasn't a problem, fifteen minutes after Fin had launched herself into the unknown-to-other-Finn, the silver mockingbird finally slowed to a complete and abrupt stop in the center of a wide clearing. There was hardly an interruption to be seen on the field, just waves of grass that reached up just past her belly and rolled elegantly over smooth hills until crashing into a backdrop of dark trees and even darker and more distant mountains far off towards the horizon.

Finley panted evenly as her gaze swept across the plains, a grin dancing across her muzzle. Now we're talkin', she said mostly to herself, but not nearly quiet enough that it would be missed by Finn's ears (assuming she hadn't left him miles and miles behind, unwittingly). Not even looking to make sure he had made it and wasn't passed out beside her or anything like that, she plopped down onto her haunches, lifted her silky chocolate eyes to the sky and waited, smiling broadly and wagging her tail all the while.