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no worries! also finley’s never met anyone on drugs anymore, pardon her ignorance lol

Her travels had taken her further upriver, veering towards the eastern mountains but never quite daring to climb them. Finley had never been a mountain wolf, and she wasn’t keen on making a fool of herself venturing into them now. But she’d be lying if she said the endless grasslands, rivers and lake be damned, weren’t driving her slightly mad.

Speaking of madness, here was an unusual sight: a young wolf, in his lonesome, in the middle of the hills. Something was off about his movements as he lie in the grass, and for all intents and purposes Finley should have moved on with her day.

But she didn’t. To hell with keeping to herself; that wasn’t what Finley was here for, and it’d at least throw a twist into what was looking like an otherwise unremarkable day.

She approached the wolf with hesitation, making certain no one else was around—was he from a pack? His scent wasn’t clear—and lowered her head. “’Ey.” Finley bit back the urge to follow it with what’s wrong with you? or head lost in the clouds?, and went instead for the obviously very friendly “What’re you doing?” If he snapped that it was none of her business, he would have been entirely in the right. Somehow she would have been surprised if he did.