Wapun Meadow everything the world has to offer me.

Fin listened quietly as the man spoke his mind, her ears perking and twitching at the lilt of his accent. It seemed first impressions were not to be relied upon with this one, for he spoke with a calmness gentility she would not have expected from one of his stature. His feigned offense tugged at the corners of her lips, trying to bring a smile out that she stifled on the off-chance that his words were not pretend. She certainly didn't want to offend him more, if he truly was offended at all. Something about him made it seem as though this was not a wolf who was that easy to insult.

Of course, she could always be completely wrong. It was known to happen, though she wasn't likely to admit that.

His words about the meadows brought a smile to her face, especially when he placed a flower upon her head. Fin laughed gently and peered at him as he stepped back, curious about this strange, pleasant wolf. "I guess I had you pegged wrong," Fin said, "Seems that you're a flower yourself. I bet you just popped up out of a meadow one day." She chuckled.

"So what brings you out this way?" Fin asked as she settled down onto her haunches.

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