i got my mind made up and i can't let go.

Finley leaned forward as he reached behind her head to assist her in the de-thistlifying of her fur. It tickled somewhat as he pulled the twig out, but she resisted the urge to shake it off until he was safely away. "Thanks," she muttered, still somewhat irritated about the whole debacle, although it was passing slowly.

As he backed away, Fin finally turned her attention to study the man. He was a young wolf, close to her in age it appeared. Handsome, muscley, everything she enjoyed in a male. But then there was the matter of his face... The Blackthorn was a shallow creature and while she found the occasional scar to be highly sexy, the mottled pattern of torn fur upon his face was not so much. That of course didn't mean she wouldn't be friendly and wouldn't try to show off a little for him, but it did mean she wasn't about to be going back to his place for some afternoon delight.

"Finley Blackthorn," she replied with a smirk, "Of the Blacktail Deer Plateau Blackthorns." Of course, her family was not a prominent one at the Plateau, but the lack of familiar scent upon this male made her fairly convinced that he would never know it.

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