Great Bear Wilderness This is the web, web that you weave

Finley's liking of the stranger was instant, from the moment she posed the blunt, could-be-taken-as-rude question. The replied with a scoff, fixing the woman with a haughty look. "Psh, hell no, my mother was a fox," she said with a little shift of her head. She broke out in a grin a moment later, signifying that she was aiming for a joke.

"Nah, you can have that one," Fin replied, turning an assessing eye over to the bear as it lumbered lazily along, "Too old, too slow. Too easy." She finished with a pointed look back to the night-furred female. "I like my bears big and full of rage. Meat's more tender that way," she added with a devious little grin.

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