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He didn’t seem to believe her, but at least he was grinning now. With a comedic bow he introduced himself with an accented name, its origin foreign to Finley’s ears. And… ah, of course Fionn wasn’t alone. That was the obvious answer. What a character.

Fortunately he clarified without further prodding, and Finley almost could have been convinced he’d come to his senses. Seemed as though he’d made it quite a long way from home, despite everything. Again Finley had questions about these “lovely people,” but shortly after Fionn mentioned his girlfriend, he trailed off and his expression shifted.

Finley squinted, lowering her head. Had he noticed something? The area was still clear, far as she could tell. Maybe it was another vision. She kept silent, wary, awaiting his next move. Fionn’s girlfriend, Finley thought, must have been a very patient wolf.