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So this altered state was nothing new to the wolf. To the point where he thought Finley was an apparition. She took another sniff in his direction; was he of a pack? It seemed vaguely so, but Finley wasn’t familiar enough with the area to tell. Either way, she wondered what kind of leader let their wolves exist in such a state.

Worse, the youth now seemed to be under the impression he’d made Finley. She scoffed, drawing nearer with a raised head, as if a closer look might prove otherwise. “I’m Finley Grebe and rest assured I’m very real.” Rest assured. Perhaps she should leave him back to his slumber soon—although she’d hate to hear him mauled the second she turned her back. “Who are you? Are you alone?” The lack of wolves nearby told her the answer to the latter, but it wouldn’t hurt to see just how loose this wolf’s grasp on reality really was.