Thunder Dome the mountains are calling

note to self: after riley visit, before donovan visit

Wandering through the mountain would ease the stress of recent events, he thought. They had enemies now, which Fionn did not know much of- but the enemies were rude, and disrespectful, supposedly violent too, and the faerie boy was wary in his trips. High alert, every careful step guarded, ruby eyes constantly surveying the slopes for anyone- anyone could be one of them. 

And there- upon one of the steepest slopes just below, he saw a little fox of a thing, small and pretty- but looks could always be deceiving. Though darkness descended upon the sunspire, the boy's pale coat had him glowing like a star. Ah- do you need help? Fionn called from above, sticking his muzzle over a ledge to speak to the boy. Sure, he could be saint- but what was the harm in helping, especially if he did turn out an innocent?